The moment he heard Xia Ling's request, Wenwu—who had already begun to entertain thoughts of stepping down because his wife Ying Li now had hope of resurrection—agreed without hesitation.
"Are you serious?" Xia Ling turned to look at Wenwu's profile, as if trying to find signs of perfunctoriness or regret on his face.
But unfortunately, with her current depth of character, she could not read anything from Wenwu's expression. Or rather, Wenwu's face was full of sincerity.
"Of course."
Wenwu's tone remained calm. "As long as your mother can be successfully resurrected, I can leave everything I have to you two siblings."
"..."
This time, it was Xia Ling's turn to fall silent. Wenwu's expression did not seem fake in the slightest.
If Mom really could come back to life...
At the thought, Xia Ling could not help feeling stirred, and her eyes reddened.
That night...
The night Ying Li died, Xia Ling had witnessed the entire process of her dying from exhaustion. To protect her and her brother, Ying Li, who should have been able to retreat calmly, had stayed behind.
"Asshole!"
For some reason, Xia Ling, suddenly overwhelmed by irritation, slammed a fist into the floor-to-ceiling window. Her knuckles swiftly reddened, just like her eyes.
"If you dare lie to me, I'll never forgive you again!"
After saying that, Xia Ling did something utterly counterintuitive and threw herself into Wenwu's arms, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
"You have to... you have to bring Mom back..." Xia Ling sobbed softly.
Wenwu raised a hand and stroked the back of her head. "I promise."
A gratified smile appeared on Wenwu's face as he looked expectantly out the floor-to-ceiling window. Reflected in his eyes were the days when he and Ying Li had spent their mornings and nights practicing martial