Amid the gusts of wind as they swept past his ears, Leo Ray continued, "I think the reason your sister kept her distance from you was not because of your willfulness, but because she didn't want you, then only a sheltered flower, to be tainted by the battlefield's murderous aura and bloodshed too early."
"So that's what my sister was thinking?"
Ariel Watson was silent for a moment, her delicate eyebrows lowered, and a smile finally appeared on her fair face. She sincerely said to Leo Ray, "Thank you, my Lord. I feel much better now."
"That's good. Instead of feeling dejected when facing your sister, it's better to let her see how much you've changed."
Leo Ray nodded slightly and smiled faintly, "Although the greenhouse has been shattered, letting the storms rage in, the once fragile flower that was pampered has not wilted. On the contrary, it dares to face the thunder and becomes more resilient under the baptism of the downpour. This is a transformation and growth."
