"Zhilan, you're perfect just the way you are," He Teng stated abruptly. "Don't change back to your old self. I can feel that this is the real you. You were not happy back at the He family."
He Zhilan was taken aback. She hadn't expected He Teng to say that. She nodded, "I was naive earlier. I dug my own grave and then stubbornly stayed there, convinced that the world owed me something. I resented everyone around me and assumed myself superior. I always felt like I was nothing like you. Back then, I was really naive, wasn't I?"
"Naive, indeed," He Teng didn't mince his words. Yet, hearing He Zhilan, he felt a sense of pity. Although she had put the blame for her abduction entirely on the He family, causing turmoil there for twelve years, she was still foolishly endearing.
