Sitting on a bench in the small garden of the hospital, Cheng Su's agitated emotions gradually calmed down, but she still felt dazed and lacked any vitality.
Qi Taiguo brought over a bottle of water, opened it, and handed it to her: "Have a sip to moisten your throat. You haven't had much water today."
Cheng Su took it and drank more than half, the cool water clearing her mind a bit.
Qi Taiguo sat beside her and asked, "Feeling any better?"
Cheng Su gave a bitter smile: "How can I? Who can remain calm after hearing that their parents were cruelly murdered? How could I be okay with that?"
"I understand." Qi Taiguo patted her hand and said, "You just can't accept it at the moment."
"No." Cheng Su shook her head: "Not just for the moment, but forever, I can never accept it."
This is not something as simple as fighting over a man; this is the murder of my parents. It can never be accepted, never be forgiven.
