If she had to choose between Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue would certainly have preferred Qian Xunji.
Even after hearing about those sordid deeds from Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue could not bring herself to believe them. She wanted to do everything she could to learn what had happened back then and defend Qian Xunji's image. If her father really was that sort of sanctimonious hypocrite, she would sympathize with Bibi Dong and try to ease the relationship between mother and daughter.
But Qian Daoliu, her own grandfather, had no wish to uncover the truth. He simply kept telling her to be sensible, consider the bigger picture, let go of her father's murder, and force herself to accept Bibi Dong's illogical explanation.
If even Qian Daoliu said that, who else in Spirit Hall or the Elder Hall would help her?
Someone else might have understood Qian Daoliu's painstaking intentions and numbed themselves with a false truth, pretending nothing had happened.
But she was Qian Renxue, so she would never abandon her thirst for the truth, even if learning it meant breaking with Bibi Dong completely, in every sense, until death.
Leng Xiyue did not ask what Qian Renxue had been through. She simply smiled faintly. "You have no home? Sister Xue, no matter what, this will always be your home."
At Leng Xiyue's words, Qian Renxue's tears surged like a breached dam. Unable to restrain herself, she knocked Leng Xiyue down and lay on top of her, sobbing.
"Xiyue, I knew it. You're the only person in this world who will always be of one heart with me."
Although they had often slept together before, Qian Renxue was, after all, independent and strong. When had she ever looked like such a little bird seeking shelter? Before, Leng Xiyue had