"You haven't changed," Ning Yu said.
"You just haven't truly accepted it yet."
Accepted the unfairness of the universe, accepted the differences between people.
Accepted—people's favoritism had no reason behind it.
She had received so little favor that she had lost all sense of proportion.
Thinking of this, Ning Yu felt even more sorry for her. A surge of courage welled up from deep within him, and, under her startled gaze, he pulled her into his arms.
After twenty-four years, he had finally held her again.
His heart was full of excitement, but he was afraid of disturbing the person in his arms and didn't dare hold her too tightly. He merely clenched the hand resting against her back, his veins bulging, barely managing to suppress his excitement.
Qian Min didn't reject his embrace. Or rather, she didn't mind being close to Ning Yu.
"I'm afraid I won't be myself anymore," Qian Min said, biting her lip, her lashes trembling.
After crying, she had calmed down and reflected. She realized that her sudden outburst of anger at Si Yao Palace had been wrong.
When all was said and done, Si Yao had only worn that battle suit inside her own palace. She hadn't gone out in it.
Her biggest mistake had been not putting the battle suit away when she allowed them inside, letting them see it.
When she found out how much the battle suit cost, she had suddenly grown furious for some reason.
She shouldn't have acted that way!
"I should apologize to her," she said.
"Si Yao did nothing wrong, and neither did you," Ning Yu said seriously. "The only thing you did wrong was act too aggressively."
Si Yao wasn't careless. Or rather, her carelessness only showed around people she trusted.
Qian Min had grown angry