"Mom, are you alright?" Qin Xue looked at her mother and asked.
"I'm fine. Now that the child is back, that's all that matters." Nangong Shulan let out a sigh of relief, releasing the gloom she'd been holding in for two days.
"Mom, you're overthinking this. I've told you already, it was an accident—it wasn't your fault." Qin Xue knew her mother would place all the blame on herself.
No one wanted this incident to happen, so Qin Xue felt it wasn't her mother's fault. But that's how elders are—thinking that once something goes wrong, it's their own fault, their own responsibility for not doing well enough. Yet isn't that so unfair to them?
Qin Xue had seen similar cases in her past life. In her hometown, a couple had gone out to work and left their child in the care of the grandparents. Later, due to a moment of negligence, the child was killed in a car accident.
