After the joy of surviving the catastrophe had passed, Bai Sasa's sanity gradually returned.
She glanced at Xiao Shan lying on the riverbank and sighed, "I have no idea how Old Uncle Qiu and the others are doing."
As she spoke, Bai Junjun's heart tightened again.
Thinking of the perilous bridge and Madam Liu's fall into the water, Bai Junjun clenched her fists.
She regretted her hesitations; if only she had crossed the bridge directly yesterday. At least, before the Xuanwei Army arrived, perhaps Madam Liu would have stayed alive.
Bai Sasa looked at Bai Junjun, whose eyes grew increasingly dim, and suddenly understood her feelings.
Bai Junjun took her hand with earnest conviction, "Eldest sister, don't shoulder all the blame yourself; it's not your fault.
