An "Ordinary" Embroidery Needle

The private conversation between mother and daughter finally came to an end. Yan Yang tactfully chose not to keep listening to the tearful confessions and apologies that followed. That was an emotional space between them that needed time to heal.

Now, he could finally have a proper conversation with Xiao Ai—the client who had endured so much misfortune.

"Are you... alright?" Yan Yang asked softly as he looked at her slightly swollen yet somewhat relieved eyes.

Xiao Ai took a deep breath. "Mm, I'm fine. Actually, I'd thought through many things long ago... I just lacked the chance and courage to say them."

"It's just that I never expected you to directly wipe out the source of my nightmares... That's what finally made up my mind. It's time for the whole truth to come out."

She had carried that secret for far too long. Its weight had nearly crushed her.

Outsiders might blame her for knowing the truth and keeping silent, but who could understand the psychological pressure borne by a four-year-old child whose hands had been stained with blood in extreme terror?

With no one to guide her, and having to play a completely different role on top of that, it was already a miracle that she had not become twisted or broken down.

"Then why did you... choose to become a celebrity?" Yan Yang asked, somewhat puzzled.

After going through something like that, most people would normally avoid the public eye. Yet she had done the opposite.

"Because... I wanted to bring happiness and hope to others." Xiao Ai's gaze softened, yet remained firm. "Only when I stood onstage and felt the audience's cheers and affection could the pain and fear inside me temporarily fade. Only then did I feel that my life still had value. But now..."