"Anan, Anan!"
Jiang Wang just squatted down on the ground and embraced Anan in his arms.
He held her small head, caressing it over and over, "You don't have to be so good, I don't need you to be this good."
His voice was inexplicably hoarse, "You can be willful, you can be naive. You can do whatever you like, you just don't have to... be so sensible."
He deeply regretted not avoiding Jiang Anan when he asked Zhao Rucheng for money. He always told himself that his sister was very introverted and sensitive, yet he overlooked it.
Indeed, he and Zhao Rucheng were as close as brothers, willing to share even the finest cultivation techniques, let alone such external things as silver and gold. But he forgot, Anan didn't know.
Anan could only think that she was a burden to her brother. That her brother asked others for money to provide her with a home.
