Watching Brother Jin walk into the kitchen, Su Xun lowered his eyes to his outstretched palm. A pair of silver bells lay there.
The red cords on the two bells were tied together in a bow.
He suddenly felt a pang of emotion and murmured, "That child's older sister left her a bell to remember her by. Now, that child has left her own bell behind, too."
"The bells are both still here, but the two children are gone."
"Master Xiao."
He turned to Xiao Xiao, hesitation and uncertainty showing in his eyes. "This pair of bells—"
"Should I return them to the children's parents?"
"Or... put them directly on their graves?"
He asked because he still felt some resentment toward that child's parents, didn't he?
Thinking of how Dangdang had suffered the loss of her older sister, only to be saddled with a baseless accusation and treated with malice by the people around her—people who included her own parents—made his heart ache for the child.
The parents who should have protected her had ignored her pain and turned a blind eye to it.
How could he feel comfortable entrusting the child's last belongings to parents like that?
But, after all, they were the children's parents.
They had the right to take back their children's belongings.
Besides, "The children's mom was the one who gave them these bells."
Su Xun ran his fingers over the bells' smooth surface. They were no longer cold, but warm to the touch. "Wouldn't it be best if their parents returned the bells to them in the end?"
"The two children would be happier that way, wouldn't they?"
"Master Xiao."
He looked up at Xiao Xiao. "Sorry, I'll have to take up a little more of your time later."
"I need to return