Zhao Xiaomiao started off screaming loudly in hysteria but gradually became weak, slowly losing her strength.
When Shopkeeper Yan saw that it was enough stimulus, she slowly stood up and approached her, "I spoke so much mainly because I saw in you the shadow of my own past. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't bother wasting my breath."
"Do you see how well I'm living now? I even own taverns spread all across the world. I don't need to depend on anyone, I can command incredible wealth on my own. Even those in the royal palace need to buy information from our Dongsheng Tavern. Don't you want a life like this?"
Zhao Xiaomiao looked up blankly at her.
"Suffering pain is not scary, the phoenix, too, needs to rise from its ashes to be reborn. As long as you can cast aside the fears in your heart and start over, it's never too late.
If you don't want to stay here, I can arrange a whole new life for you."
"..." A glimmer of clarity slowly returned to Zhao Xiaomiao's eyes.
