"I'll rest for a while too. Nan Fei, don't overthink it. We don't blame you. It's just that we're getting old and need some time to process. You did the right thing, no one will blame you." Grandpa Jiang said and then followed Guan Rufang into the room.
Nan Fei's hand hung in mid-air, stiffly extended for a long time before she finally withdrew it with a bitter smile. She regretted it. She shouldn't have revealed everything. Sometimes a well-intentioned lie may truly have a good effect, but... but when she thought of her father's deliberate concealment back then, she felt empowered.
She believed that a momentary concealment would only worsen things. It didn't matter if the family resented her or blamed her now. As long as everyone harbored no grudges, it would be fine. Otherwise, over time, this family would really fall apart.
