Xia Chuyi heard the words and paused, hastily replying, "No!"
Her answer came too quickly, which only made it seem like she was trying to cover something up.
Aunt Xia sighed again, asking, "If there's no ill feeling, why do you walk so far away from your aunt?"
Xia Chuyi looked down.
Aunt Xia was walking in the middle of the road, and she, sticking close to the wall.
It wasn't Aunt Xia harboring feelings, but her.
"Aunt," her voice suddenly turned hoarse.
Aunt Xia came over and took the initiative to pull her in, "Chuyi, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Xiao Gui's situation is not your fault."
"Being alive means facing birth, aging, sickness, and death, all of which are normal."
"An accident is something that entirely exceeds one's expectations."
After pausing, Aunt Xia's eyes began to redden as she said, "If Xiao Gui really had an accident... your Aunt would not blame you."
Xia Chuyi's body shivered as she remembered her past life.
