Amelia's trembling voice gradually faded into silence. After recounting the last fragment of her memory, her tears still wouldn't stop streaming down. The helplessness weighed on her like a nail driven straight into her heart, stabbing so sharply that it nearly stole her breath away.
"I… I was right there… but I couldn't do anything…" Her voice was hoarse, on the verge of breaking. Her hands clutched the hem of her clothes so tightly it seemed as though she wanted to crush all her guilt into her palms.
Lan Qihan quietly watched her, a trace of pity flickering in her eyes. She didn't speak right away. Instead, she reached forward and pulled Amelia into her arms, her palm gently patting her back.
"You did all you could, Amelia." Her voice was soft, like a spring breeze drifting through the night, yet steady enough to soothe a trembling heart. "No one can predict the future, and no one could have imagined your uncle would be so cruel. This isn't your fault."
