"Be good, Qingxia. You're still young, and there are many things you haven't learned to let go of."
Yu Jing gently patted Qiu Qingxia's slender back, keeping her voice as soft as possible as she continued comforting her. "I know you like Jun Zhantian. When I was your age, I was much the same as you. But later, I gradually realized that there are many men you can't make yours simply because you want them."
Those words were meant for her daughter, but weren't they also meant for herself?
"Jun Zhantian is indeed outstanding, but like his father, Jun Wuhui, he has his heart set on that elusive Immortal Path. He isn't someone an ordinary woman can have. This world is vast, and young talents with greater gifts and higher standing than Jun Zhantian are everywhere. Why waste your time on him?"
Yu Jing was really only saying this to comfort Qiu Qingxia. Even she didn't believe there were men in this world whose talent could surpass that of the Jun father and son.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have remained hopelessly infatuated with Jun Wuhui for so many years.
"But..."
Qiu Qingxia wanted to say more, but Yu Jing gently pressed a finger against her red lips. The question she had wanted to ask her mother about how to pursue a man caught in her throat as well.
Yu Jing didn't want to hear Qiu Qingxia's explanations, because even she, as her mother, knew that aside from Jun Wuhui having no inclination toward her, he was utterly beyond reproach as far as women were concerned.
Handsome, mysterious, powerful, confident-every one of those qualities could drive women mad. Even though she had long since passed her youthful years, she still couldn't let go of Jun Wuhui.
Last night, she had tossed and