"Master!" Han Zhong called softly.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, Han Xuzi took a while before he said, "We always presume to know what's best for her, yet we never asked what she truly wants."
"Today, I probed her, thinking she was indifferent, but she cared so deeply and masked her vulnerability with feigned strength, how little she is..."
As Han Xuzi spoke, his voice choked up again, "I remember how she, so tiny and soft, would lie in my arms and sweetly call me grandfather for the first time, her laughter so innocent and pure. She would also quietly place a flower by my pillow and stretch her chubby little hands to massage my shoulders and legs. But when I think about it, what have I given her throughout these years?"
"I let her live such a hard life, so careful and grievous. She is the Han Family's most precious child—how dare the Yun Family, how dare they..."
In his anger, Han Xuzi slapped his palm out, breaking a large tree in response.
