"Then have you ever thought about what your father would think, seeing you being bullied by them and acting like a soft piece of cotton, not knowing how to resist?" Xu Xingguang looked down at Bai Xi and continued, "You were the child he saved with his life. Do you think he wanted you to live brilliantly, or live miserably and in suffering?"
Hearing this, Bai Xi's eyes turned slightly red, and she choked out, "Actually, I blame myself a lot."
Xu Xingguang knew what Bai Xi needed was someone to listen, not interrogate, so she didn't press Bai Xi about why she blamed herself.
If she was willing to speak, she would naturally do so.
Sure enough, before Xu Xingguang could ask, Bai Xi began to talk about that old story on her own.
