Qin Xue and Chu Molin were just about to take the clothes out of the room when they heard the conversation between their mother and brother.
Suddenly, tears fell from Qin Xue's eyes.
Chu Molin wiped away her tears with his thumb and sighed silently.
He gently embraced Qin Xue, comforting her by patting her back with his hand.
Qin Xue wrapped her arms around Chu Molin's waist, crying quietly.
"Alright, don't cry. Our mother might come over soon." Chu Molin softly coaxed her.
"Chu Molin, did I do something wrong?" Qin Xue looked up at Chu Molin with tearful eyes.
"No, everyone has their own secrets, and some secrets can't be revealed.
Didn't you just hear what they were saying?
They don't blame you, so don't blame yourself.
As long as our conscience is clear, it's enough." Chu Molin touched Qin Xue's tear-streaked face with his finger.
"Mm, I know, Chu Molin, thank you." Qin Xue wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
