Hua Caili pushed herself up and wiped away her tears strongly. It was as if she was trying to prove her determination.0

“I understand, aunt.” After she had wiped away the last streak of tears on her cheeks, after she had carefully stowed away the sorrow in her eyes, she declared, “I will get better. It will be just like the wounds I got when practicing the sword. It will hurt at the beginning, but… it will get better… it will get better…”11

There was a difference, however. A sword wound was painful, but she could grit her teeth and endure it even when she was still a child. A wound that pierced the heart and soul… she wondered why, but why did it get worse the more she tried to endure it?0

As if she could see through her heart, Hua Qingying said, “You don’t need to try and forget him deliberately, Caili. Yun Che is an extraordinary person. He is so extraordinary that he has astounded me multiple times. I am not surprised that you would fall for him so thoroughly in such a short time.”10

“The fact is, he is deserving of your love.” Hua Qingying did not try to avoid Yun Che’s name. In fact, she was paying him extremely high praise. “He was the man who provoked your tears and drew you into the pit of love. Even so, I cannot blame him one bit. His final choice was one of rationality and a desire to protect you… His sincere feelings toward you move even me.”6

“I know. I know.” Hua Caili just barely managed to get rid of her tears, and now her eyes were watering again.0

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