Her cultivation was lacking, her talent was lacking, she was frail and sickly, and every month she had to take all kinds of expensive pills just to stay alive.
Someone like her should have been a burden, right?
"If you die like this, they'll breathe a sigh of relief afterward. They'll only say that this burden of yours has finally died—good riddance."
"Are you really willing to accept that?"
"You need to understand: the only thing that can truly make your heart feel good is slapping faces and showing off, not dying in obscurity just because of what others say."
"Death may indeed be a release for you, but for your Third Grandfather and your parents, wouldn't it be another kind of pain?"
"If you die, you'll only fulfill the wishes of those who spend every day hoping for your death, while hurting the people who truly love you."
"Your parents. Your Third Grandfather."
As Ye Lin's words fell, Yue Qingyi abruptly turned around and looked at him with a serious expression.
"Then... what should I do?"
"What you should do is live. Live well. The more they want you dead, the less you can die."
"Didn't I say so? Nothing would make your heart feel better, or make those who love you most look at you in a new light, more than showing off and slapping faces."
"Live well. Cross this deadly tribulation with me, then cultivate properly and surpass everyone in cultivation in one stroke."
"When that time comes, your parents will be happy, your Third Grandfather will be happy, and those who pray every day for your death will be stunned. They'll regret what they said when you were weak, regret that they didn't curry favor with you while you were weak."
Ye Lin's words were like