At sunset, watching the graceful figure with swaying ample hips disappear into the distance, Huchen Wuding rubbed his brow. He recalled how Huchen Huiqing had unconsciously stepped forward to rub his head the moment they met, and his face darkened. "Why does Second Sister still love rubbing people's heads like she did before?"
Yet a long-lost smile soon appeared on his face. He naturally remembered who in the Lineage had treated him well. Although Second Mother had once seemed neither warm nor cold toward him and his mother, especially when he and his mother fled the Lineage years ago, causing his young heart to resent everyone in the Lineage, as he gradually grew older and gathered news about the Lineage over the past few years, he came to understand many things.
"Second Mother had to face the suppression of the second branch alone. The fact that she could occasionally help Mother and me back then already meant she had done her utmost. If she appeared too supportive of us, the main branch and fourth branch would surely have drawn even closer together, and their suppression of Second Mother would have intensified as well."
Huchen Wuding shook his head helplessly. Thinking of how Huchen Huiqing had looked him over from head to toe upon arriving, then bluntly asked about his cultivation and impatiently pressed him about his experiences over the years, her little-chili-pepper manner stirred long-lost warmth in his heart. Second Sister was still that same Second Sister—the one who had shielded him from the other two whenever they bullied him as a child. Every time afterward, she would viciously rub his head, refusing to stop until she had turned his hair into a tangled bird's nest, before solemnly saying, "Wuding, cultivate well. One day, beat those two brats Wanli and