Xun'er's tone seemed calm, yet it seemed to carry a few inexplicable emotions, trembling faintly beneath the surface. By the time she finished speaking, she was even somewhat drained of strength.
Yet she had still said it.
It was both facing reality and cutting away delusions.
At this moment, Xun'er only felt that the boulder weighing on her heart had finally fallen to the ground. The emptiness and relief within her kept intertwining, eventually becoming an indescribable sense of release.
Xun'er knew that the other party had actually helped her greatly.
From seeing the void within herself to exploring a path that belonged to her, Hun Ruoruo's shadow had been present, more or less, throughout the journey.
Therefore, regardless of what the other's original intentions had been, she ultimately could not overlook this care.
Just like the little girl who had once always looked forward to her father's towering figure—when she longed for affection, what she wanted in her heart was not merely to accept her father's gifts without question.
She wanted to become someone like him.
Thus, when the person Xun'er admired changed from her father to Hun Ruoruo, she had already known in her heart that she wanted to follow the other's footsteps and gradually catch up to that figure she called sister.
Until she welcomed her own "rebirth."
See myself.
Slay myself.
Only then would I know that I was myself.
For this very reason, Xun'er had chosen to reveal Xiao Yan and Hun Ruoruo's relationship to the public not only to free herself from the shackles of the past, but also to offer her own blessing in another way.
A belated, bittersweet blessing, yet one carrying sincere hopes.
The feelings within could not be explained to outsiders.
"What... did she say?"
For a moment, everyone present