Xia Pengpeng looked up at her, her eyes red and teary. With a gentle blink, tears fell.
She seemed so fragile now, as if a mere touch would cause her to shatter.
Mu Xingye tenderly cupped her small face, kissing away the tears on her cheeks.
"Alright, we won't go, and when you feel ready, I'll go with you. But you need to know you have me now, and no matter how sad the past was, it's already over," he said.
"Sometimes, it takes more courage to run away than to face things."
"Really?" Xia Pengpeng lifted her head to look at him.
"All these years, you've been running away, even avoiding visiting your parents' graves. Do you think you've been happy?"
"Not happy," Xia Pengpeng shook her head. She felt so guilty, especially on the anniversaries of her parents' deaths, blaming herself.
"If that's the case, why not visit and pay tribute? You might find an unexpected relief."
Xia Pengpeng bit her lip, undecided.
In the end, under Mu Xingye's gentle gaze, she nodded slightly.
