"It's my fault, I didn't protect you." Pei Yicheng couldn't bear to see Xu Nianhua blame himself any longer. He stepped forward and said, looking at the white hair by Pei Guozhong's temples and his reddened eyes, "Dad, I'm sorry."
Pei Yicheng stood in front of him, sincerely apologizing to Pei Guozhong for the first time.
"We are family, there's nothing to be sorry for." Pei Guozhong reached out and patted his arm, knowing how much effort Wan Hongxing had put into trying to mend their father-son relationship. What did a bit of pride matter in comparison?
"Yicheng, I was wrong too. Back then, if it weren't for me, your... mother wouldn't have died." Pei Guozhong's eyes reddened, recalling his first wife, and his heart was filled with guilt. But this guilt had never been expressed to his son. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry."
These words had always been on the tip of his tongue but never spoken. Now that they were out, he realized that pride was truly insignificant.
