Waking Shen Xun, there was a gentle force on his head, caressing his hair.
As Shen Xun drowsily was about to wake, he heard his mother's tender voice filled with distress, "How did you manage to end up like this? I should not have let you two handle it yourselves. I thought you were adults capable of resolving this matter on your own."
Then came a somewhat weak voice, still clear in tone but so frail that a longer sentence required a break for breath mid-way.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want... this. I thought I could let go, so I drove him away... But it seems I failed, I'm sorry, I can't let go... I feel guilty... guilty for all the love you've given me."
"Am I talking about that issue with you?" Zhao Ying's voice raised unintentionally, both angry and heartbroken.
No, don't scold him. If you must scold, scold me.
