"Master…" Before Mo Wuji managed to explain that Jingfeng was also his disciple, Lian Yingxian suddenly rushed forward and hugged him; her face was streaming with tears.
A soft feeling assaulted him. Mo Wuji instantly understood Lian Yingxian's emotions, and he didn't have the slightest impure thought. Lian Yingxian looked very resolute, and she had always been silent and disciplined when she did things. But in reality, she was lacking familial love. Her parents died when she was young, leaving her no choice but to mature. Yu Cheng didn't provide her with that love, but merely the essentials to survive.
Mo Wuji's guess was right; Lian Yingxian was indeed inundated with emotion. She had never known what was pampering, nor what was support. When she was seven, she worked hard to be mature. At least in the eyes of others, she was an independent and hardworking woman.
