My Understanding

My Own Considerateness

Incense curled through the corner.

It was my favorite scent.

Senior Sister always said I had a scent of my own, a very comforting fragrance.

There was no need to make the room fragrant too.

She said it would cover up my own scent.

Most of the time, I merely listened with a faint smile.

Neither denying nor affirming it.

That in itself was already a silent denial.

I rarely bickered with Senior Sister openly. After becoming pregnant again, the maternal glow I possessed had made my temperament many, many times gentler.

If Ye Qingxian were not sometimes so infuriating, I would not bite her once or twice.

Biting her was also meant to teach her a lesson.

To keep her from always deliberately trying to bully me.

That's right—deliberately!

I always felt that while Senior Sister did dote on me, she would sometimes suddenly turn a little wicked, insisting on seeing different expressions appear on my dazed face. Only after I chased after her and made a fuss would she feel comfortable and satisfied.

Suddenly.

I slumped over the desk again.

The yearning in my heart for a certain place

had already climbed to its peak.

It made me feel that staying in the cave dwelling all the time was making my days increasingly dull.

It would only leave me more and more listless. So long as I had not gone to that place, my heart always felt hollow, as if a piece of my life were missing and could never be restored whole.

I did not mean to grow more and more fond of staring blankly into space.

It was just that the bitterness in my heart was truly overwhelming, and I did not know whom to confide in.

I had always said Yangyang was