"Mom, Mom—Dad!" Xie Yuyue, with tears still streaming down her face, suddenly knelt and screamed in agony.
The greatest pain in life is none other than the loss of one’s parents.
Xie Yuyue constantly blamed herself, believing that her aggressive and reckless actions were the factors that led to her parents’ illness; she was filled with regret and thus even more severe on herself.
By the time she hurriedly took leave from the Military School and returned to the small farm where her parents were vacationing, she saw her three brothers kneeling woodenly in front of their parents.
Except for Brother Xiao Jiu, who was in seclusion at the research institute, the four siblings were all present.
"Dad, Mom!" Xie Yuyue cried out and knelt forward, calling out with heartbreaking sobs:
"Mom, Mom, Little Shier was wrong. Please look at me! I won’t cause anymore trouble, I’ll listen to you, don’t sleep, don’t sleep..."
Xie Yuyue wanted to embrace her parents and wake them up: She really realized her mistakes, but there is no medicine for regret in this world!
Even though Mom had advised her many times, it couldn’t resolve the heavy burden in her heart—
If only she hadn’t been so headstrong and rash in her youth, how could her brothers and siblings, who hadn’t fully established their own families or come of age yet, have lost their support so prematurely!
But, the brothers standing in her way, all had tears in their eyes as they forcibly stopped her, murmuring:
"Sister, don’t touch; Brother Xiao Jiu hasn’t arrived yet..." saying this, Xiao Shiyi pointed to show his sister,
Seeing their parents huddled together, they looked as though they were sleeping. However, at the spot Shiyi pointed to, it made Xie Yuyue’s pupils dilate—
Father!
Xie Jingchen’s arm, protecting Yan Jinsu, was already half-disintegrated!
It was truly dissolving, that half arm, its edges visibly fuzzy as particles.
Because of the Bloodline Sensing, being children of Yan Jinsu, the sensitivity was the strongest; by the time Xie Yuyue arrived, the three brothers were already gathered on one side, with several uncles from the Yan Family sitting disheartened behind them, even the usually frail maternal grandfather was present!
Fortunately, despite being heartbroken, the three brothers still knew their proprieties and took turns coming forward to bow and express their condolences to the visitors...
Not long after Xie Yuyue arrived, the third generation of the Xie family with the character ’Yu’ in their names arrived, the earliest were Xiao Si, Xiaoqi, and Xiao Wu.
Seeing Xiao Shier kneeling alone in front of Xie Jingchen and his wife, her little face flushed red with silent tears, those usually observant and smart children were all pale, silently kneeling down.
The most heartbroken, apart from Yan Jinsu’s five children, were Xiao Si and Xiaoqi, who had basically lived with Yan Jinsu since their biological parents divorced.
Xiaoqi and Xiao Shier were best friends; seeing her youngest sister unable to catch her breath from crying, Xiaoqi couldn’t console her and could only hold her, both sisters crying uncontrollably.
Other than calling her differently, to Xiaoqi, Second Aunt was as dear as a foster mother, for what weight does birth hold against upbringing!
Recalling how Second Aunt had called her last night, slowly speaking to ask her to console Xiao Shier more, not to blame herself, and also, to take good care of themselves...
These words, like last words, had gradually become familiar over the past three years; Yan Jinsu treated each day as a gift, hoping that those alive would look forward—
"Xiao Shier, stop crying, Second Aunt doesn’t like us crying! No more crying, be good~ Let Second Aunt and Second Uncle leave us in peace~"
"Sis, don’t cry. Dad and Mom didn’t suffer at all; they passed away content..." Xiao Shisan, with red-rimmed eyes, advised her.
Clearly, even though Xiao Shisan didn’t make a sound, his tears had been wiped countless times.
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