Upon locking eyes with Xu Huan's tear-stained, crimson-rimmed eyes, a pang of heartache surged through Gu Dai. She approached softly and whispered, "Grandma, didn't we agree not to cry?"
Xu Huan pulled out a tissue to dab away the tears on her face, saying, "Right, right, no crying."
Despite her words, tears continued to fall endlessly. With her gaze lowered and voice tinged with sadness, she confessed, "Just thinking of Su Shen makes me unable to stop my tears. He was so young when we lost him, and all these years, he must have lived in hatred, enduring such difficult times."
Xu Huan's voice choked up as she lamented, "If I had arranged for more people to look for him back then, maybe we could have found him and spared him from these hardships. He wouldn't have hated me."
Gu Dai gently embraced Xu Huan. "Grandma, once he understands everything, he surely won't hate you anymore."
Nodding softly, Xu Huan expressed, "I hope so".
