Ke Meili looked at the two of them, a trace of hesitation flashing in her eyes. In the end, however, she made up her mind and slowly began, "Actually, there's a dust-covered chapter of my past that I've kept buried in my heart and never told you about. It's closely connected to the improvement of my cultivation and the development of the sect."
Ke Xialing and Li Dalong exchanged a glance, an inexplicable tension rising within them. They knew that the story their mother was about to tell would surely be extraordinary.
Ke Meili took a deep breath and began recounting that past. She spoke of meeting and falling in love with someone from that secluded Aristocratic Clan, of those blissful days spent among flowers beneath the moon. Her voice was filled with tenderness and nostalgia, as though she had returned to those beautiful days.
Ke Xialing was stunned by her mother's sudden revelation. She remembered often asking her mother as a child why all the other senior disciples had fathers, while she did not.
Her mother would get angry every time, and that night, she would see her mother secretly wiping away tears alone.
Back then, she could never understand why she had never seen her father, why there had only ever been her mother throughout her childhood.
When she grew a little older, she stopped asking her mother that question. Gradually, she forgot about it-or perhaps she deliberately ignored the question and avoided the subject of her father.
Hearing news of her father sent waves surging through Ke Xialing's heart, leaving her unable to calm down for a time. She had longed for a father's love since childhood, yet she had never even heard any news of him. Now that she had suddenly learned about him, she could