On one fine winter morning, Xiu dragged Zhao Huan and Xin Zemin inside a room and made them sit down before taking a seat before them feeling guilty inside. She has thought about it for a long time before she decided to come clean with these two people.
Seeing her playing with her fingers uneasily, both of them surprised, "What's wrong, darling? You said you have something to tell us. What is it?"
Xiu looked up at them anxiously, "I do have something to tell you."
Xin Zemin placed his hand on her hands and stopped her from breaking her nails, "Tell me. Whatever you have to say, you can say it. You don't have to be scared. Don't think of anything."
"My words might end up hurting you both," she added.
"It's alright," said Zhao Huan. "But we do want to know what's bothering our daughter."
