"..." Timidly nodded.
She took a deep breath, "When you first met that person, and people said you were covered in wounds after a night, it was actually him beating you, abusing you, making you bow to him."
"..."
"It was because of your stubbornness, refusing to give in, that he ended up selling you, and then ironically, you lived the life of a young master. You had anything you wanted except for freedom of movement, right?"
"..."
"No wonder the first time I saw you in the forest, you were dressed so well. But, if you were fine, how could Grandfather not know?" The pain on the old man's face when he spoke of Weisheng Yueren's past wasn't fake.
Her eyes drifted aimlessly as she looked around, "I said I was fine, but he was convinced I had been mistreated by someone. No words were effective—it was just a form of self-comfort in his heart."
Damn this big misunderstanding, "Then when you came back, why did you change so drastically, and even have to see a psychologist?"
