Downstairs, Xu Qianqian hesitated about going up.
"What should I do?"
"I'll go up and have a look," Jiang Nian said, "but they're probably still in the living room, drinking and chatting."
"Oh." Xu Qianqian had no other option.
She felt that Old Xu hadn't improved much after being away for over a year, still carrying a sense of defeat.
Sigh.
Old Xu was deeply devoted. As his child, it was naturally comforting, but there was pressure too.
It always felt like moving past these memories was a form of betrayal.
"It's alright, at worst..." Jiang Nian stepped forward and hugged Xu Qianqian, "just let Old Xu talk to me."
"Talk to you about what?" Xu Qianqian struggled twice but couldn't break free, feeling somewhat touched and speechless.
"I don't know, maybe it's easier to communicate among peers."
"Go to hell!!" Xu Qianqian punched and kicked Jiang Nian until she was tired, then calmed down.
In the end, they still had to face it.
