"If I had acted sooner, perhaps my grandmother would still be alive. She would not pass away without even seeing me one last time."
Huo Yao buried her face in Min Yu's neck as she spoke. Her voice was unfeigned and sounded miserable.
Min Yu tightened his arms and placed his chin on Huo Yao's head. He said calmly, "This isn't your fault. Everyone has to face death one day. It was a peaceful death for Old Madam Yang, right?"
"No, you don't get it. I could have made it back in time. If I got back sooner, I could have seen her one last time. It is all my fault," whispered Huo Yao.
Min Yu's throat felt dry as he said, "Just let it all out. I'm sure it'll help make you feel better."
Huo Yao embraced him and leaned against his chest without saying a word.
Min Yu quietly held Huo Yao as they stood at the door. He did not feel tired.
