Sunday looked at the self-mocking Bibi Dong, his tone growing complicated.
"If you want her to truly accept you, you first have to accept yourself.
Familial love is never a transaction of give and take, but a joining of hearts."
Bibi Dong trembled at his words, then slowly raised her head to look at Sunday.
"What... should I do?"
"Think about what you live for, and what would remain if you cast aside your hatred.
Hatred veils the senses, but one day, even hatred will fade. Time keeps flowing, and nothing in this world is eternal.
If you cannot break free of being a puppet, all you will bring her is pain!"
"Heh. Face myself, is that it?"
Bibi Dong rose and looked at Sunday, a cold smile curling her lips. It was unclear whom she was mocking.
"Such high-sounding words. If you think a few theories will make me risk my life for you, I suggest you save your breath."
With that, Bibi Dong strode away, wanting to find somewhere quiet.
"The greatest illusion people harbor is that the problems they evade today will not return tomorrow!
If you don't think this through, even a repaired relationship will be nothing but a false harmony.
Every problem will reach its peak through infinite entropy increase, then erupt at some point in the future.
By then, any attempt to remedy things will be meaningless. Decide for yourself."
With that, Sunday vanished from the Pavilion. Bibi Dong looked at the Pavilion, brushed by a gentle breeze, then turned and headed toward Qian Renxue's room.
Meanwhile, Sunday appeared in a flash beside a lake outside Heaven Dou City.
Looking at Qian Renxue crouching distractedly by the lake, Sunday once again marveled at how alike mother and daughter were. Even the way they grew