Lin Zhiya pointed to the seat beside her. "Sit."
Shen Siyuan's heart tightened, and she awkwardly walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down, uneasily calling out to her. "Mrs. Lin, I..."
She also realized why Lin Zhiya had suddenly stopped to rest, and despite her reluctance, she gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't mean anything else, I just blurted it out when I heard you talking there. I'm sorry, Mrs. Lin."
"If you said it was just a spontaneous reaction, what is there to apologize for?" Lin Zhiya lifted her coffee and took a sip, then glanced at her flustered expression, sighed, and set down the cup. "Siyuan, I've watched you grow up. I don't want you to get fixated on the impossible. You said you miss the old days, but really, there's no need. That time has passed, and the past will never return. Even though I miss the past too, I understand this truth. I hope you can, like me, accept the present with open arms."
