Sirin was dumbfounded. She carefully thought over the twelve years she had spent with Ye Chang'an.
Ever since they had met on the snowfield when she was three, she had revered Ye Chang'an as a god. He gave her food, clothes, and toys.
Although he had constantly appeared as a growing child, she had never truly regarded him as a child like herself.
So after the Babylon incident, she had easily accepted it when Ye Chang'an regained his original appearance and became a young man.
And he still gave her food, clothes, and toys.
He indulged her willfulness within reasonable limits. He neither hit, scolded, nor reprimanded her. Even when she made mistakes, he only gave her gentle verbal guidance.
Just like her mother.
He was more of a father than a father, yet she did not see him as one. Instead, she had developed feelings for him—and thoughts that maybe it could work.
"No wonder you said there was no chance for me~"
Sirin understood. Then her brows furrowed as she bit her fingernail, looking utterly troubled.
"Yeah, there's no chance, Sirin. You should just give up."
Cecilia tried to guide the little girl back onto the right path.
"No, I absolutely can't give up."
Sirin refused. She was determined to stay on this path.
Persistence was a good thing, but not when she was headed in the wrong direction.
Cecilia had no choice but to persuade her again. "You know he's already married."
"I know. You know that too, don't you?"
Sirin snapped back, leaving Cecilia stunned before Sirin began lecturing her.
"You knew he was married, but you never stopped either. Don't you often drag him out on dates, to the movies, shopping, and all that?
Logically speaking, if someone should give up first, it should be