Hearing Shu Yimo's words, Shi Xian's eyes also seemed to stall inexplicably.
She certainly understood her stance.
"Sorry."
After a moment of thought, Shi Xian spoke those two words, then continued to bandage Shu Yimo's wound.
"It's fine. You must be wondering why I don't leave the An Family and go with my grandfather, right?"
After ruminating for a good while, Shu Yimo suddenly spoke softly.
Shi Xian took a breath, nodded, and sprinkled some antiseptic powder on the wound, while saying, "I've always wanted to ask you, but I was afraid it would make you sad, trigger some painful memories, so I didn't. Anyway, no matter what, you're still Shu Yimo, and that's good enough. Both Jingrong and I can understand you."
Hearing this, Shu Yimo's cold and nearly enchanting face drew a faint smile, like a proud rose blossoming defiantly in the chilly wind—
