Ning Zhiqiu, accompanied by her assistant, descended the mountain and gradually went far away.
Ning Xiaofei crouched down, reached out her left hand to support her mother's tombstone, and softly whispered.
"Mom, I'm sorry!"
As soon as she uttered the words, her eyes were already brimming with tears.
Mu Tianye stood not far away, noticing her shoulders gently trembling, he frowned, felt distressed, and walked over to embrace her shoulders.
Standing up leaning against his chest, Ning Xiaofei let her tears flow freely.
He didn't try to console her; Mu Tianye just held her with one hand and gently patted her back with the other, soothing her emotions—sometimes, venting is the best way.
After a while, Ning Xiaofei lifted her face, took the handkerchief Mu Tianye offered, wiped away her tears, and once again looked at her mother's tombstone.
At this moment, her emotions had improved significantly, and her voice appeared calm.
