The Little Angel Has Figured It Out

After Lin Xingmian finished telling her everything, Sheng Mo looked at her as if she were seeing her past self.

Lin Xingmian's stepfather had used his fists, while her father had used cold violence. Both had oppressed and hurt her; they had merely used different methods.

And both of them had mothers who ignored everything, who could turn a blind eye to their daughters' suffering and even become another executioner.

The difference was that Sheng Mo had already struggled her way out of that swamp. With the bearing of someone who had been through it all, she gently hugged Lin Xingmian, as if she were embracing her past self.

She told herself, and she told Lin Xingmian, "This isn't your fault. Never look for fault in yourself. You don't need to blame yourself, and you don't need to torment yourself. The ones at fault are their twisted hearts and filthy hands."

The fact that Lin Xingmian had taken the initiative to speak about these things was already a victory in itself.

It meant those dark memories were no longer clouds constantly hanging over her, suffocating her. At last, other light had begun to shine into her world.

Lin Xingmian sniffled. Her voice still carried a tearful tremble, but she tried her best to sound calm. "I know, Momo. People have to look forward and cherish the good things they have now. I can't... I can't stay trapped in the past forever. I know."

Sheng Mo loosened her hold a little and looked into her eyes. "Have you really let it go?"

She understood too well. There were mountains and rivers between knowing one should let go and truly being able to let go.

Lin Xingmian's lashes trembled sharply. She lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long while before