Jian Xi's gaze dimmed, but she quickly brightened up with a smile, "I'm fine. Maybe for my mom, it was a kind of relief."
"Yeah." Loh Minxian breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously, "It's good that you've come to understand."
"What about you? Have you figured it out?" Jian Xi leaned back in her chair and asked.
"Yeah. I am not sad anymore. Since it was something wrong, it's better to end it sooner."
Jian Xi tilted her head, the two of them seemingly sharing the same affliction. She was an immune person, knowing that everything she faced was part of her own journey. But Loh Minxian was too young, lost in a haze of confusion ever since Loh Mincheng's death.
The sunlight spilled into the glasshouse, warm and cozy. The high floor was well-ventilated, so it wasn't hot. In the corner, the devil's ivy was growing exuberantly, climbing up the wall.
The two of them just slowly sipped their tea, without speaking further.
