When Qian Wanyu noticed the dreamy smile that never left her mother's face whenever she spoke of Lance, she seemed like a girl newly fallen in love. Her mother was usually so cold and rarely mentioned her biological father that she had assumed the marriage had been imposed on her, or born of helpless circumstances, and had never thought further about it.
Only now, after hearing how the two had met, did she learn otherwise.
Her parents had loved each other, and that love had brought her into the world. How wonderful.
Much of Qian Yiling's life should have been smooth sailing. Yet after she lost her elder brother and emerged from the Dragon-Trapping Valley, it was as though she had exhausted all her good fortune. Death aura assailed her every day, and a strange key claimed much of what should have been a woman's most beautiful face. From the moment that key covered her face, it had tormented her day and night.
At the most wretched point in her life, she met Lance again.
Lance took her back to the Night Fox Tribe to care for her, staying by her side whenever her condition flared up.
Dongfang Minghui's heart ached at the story. Qian Mama must have fallen in love with the person who still treated her with unwavering devotion during the hardest days of her life.
"Since you were together with Father, why did you separate afterward?" Qian Wanyu did not quite understand. Shouldn't two people in love always cling to each other? She wanted Ninth Sister beside her every moment and wished she could take her wherever she went.
Dongfang Minghui more or less understood. The head of the Thousand Family had little time left, and Qian Mama had already lost Wooden Uncle. Naturally, she had wanted