She began to reassess Jian Xi: young, brave, powerful...indeed, somewhat like herself when she was young.
Although she and Jian Xi, lived in different social classes.
"Why did Jian Wan cultivate you in this way?" Yu Ling asked.
"This..." Jian Xi blinked guiltily, plucked a pink rose from the fence, and brought it to her nose for a sniff, "I don't know! When I was young, she had me learn ballet, and later, hoped I would take up running."
Yu Ling was not one to be easily fooled, she stared at Jian Xi: "I heard that things were not going well for you after you went abroad."
"Yes, so I gave up ballet. But I stuck with running, which doesn't require money for performance costumes or a famous teacher, and I can run anywhere."
Jian Xi's explanation seemed reasonable, and Yu Ling somewhat believed her.
"Auntie, you can't kick me out anymore," Jian Xi said.
Yu Ling huffed and went back to the dining room for breakfast.
