Song Qinghuan stared steadily at Han Qianqian's pale face, but she forced back the tears in her eyes, a layer of pity inevitably surfacing in their depths.
She sighed softly, "Han Qianqian, if you want to cry, just cry. There's no one else here, and I won't laugh at you, you don't need to. These years, you've been suppressing too much for too long. Now that you've found out about your father's death, and as for the old master Shi Yuhuan, he'll never let him off, he has too many lives on his hands, and the Han Family is already under your control, so you don't need to worry anymore. Now, you can be that person who you once wanted to be in your heart, the one you've always longed to become."
