The young Su Wanwan screamed in alarm, her little hands reaching frantically toward Liu Fuqu as she tried to throw herself back into her arms.
But Liu Fuqu had already turned away, slamming the door shut with a bang before hurrying off in a panic.
She dared not pause for even half a step, afraid that one moment longer would bring the resolve she had spent so long gathering crashing down.
Fierce hatred grew unchecked within her heart, twisting and tangling.
Why?
She and Su Wanwan both possessed exceptionally blessed constitutions. Yet simply because she was older, because her fair arms had welcomed patrons and her crimson lips had been given to mortal men, her life in the pleasure quarters had ruined her Dao Body. She was doomed to remain trapped within this tiny world of romance for the rest of her life, until her beauty faded and she met a miserable end.
Su Wanwan, meanwhile, merely happened to be young at the right time. By chance, she had met an immortal master and could escape the mire to embark on an immortal path stretching ten thousand miles.
The Heavenly Dao favored some and slighted others. How unjust it was.
The hatred kept surging within her heart, yet it never once shook Liu Fuqu's decision to send Su Wanwan away.
She locked herself inside her bedroom, where darkness and deathly silence reigned. Outside, Su Wanwan's heart-rending cries and pounding on the door went on and on, each blow striking the wooden panels and her heart alike.
But Liu Fuqu never opened the door. She refused to see her one last time.
She resented fate's favoritism, hated that it would forcibly tear away the only family she had in this world, the one person with whom she had depended on each