"Mother, you're crying," Ji Yu said with a sob.
"I'm just a bit envious that she still has dreams to chase, while my dreams... have already vanished."
Bai Fu spoke as if discussing something unrelated, her eyes gradually losing all their luster, as if devoid of energy and spirit.
Some people are born with a silver spoon but are not happy.
Tormented by so-called honor, bloodline, clan, and burdens irrelevant to themselves, as if failing to meet the elders' expectations is a grave sin.
Bai Fu once thought she was fortunate.
She met a man she wanted to entrust her life to during the darkest period of her life, to escape the sufferings she was meant to endure.
But today Ji Jie realized that her luck was built upon the misfortune of many others.
She, the Saintess of the Nine Phoenix Clan, who should have been the leader of the younger generation, selfishly chose to escape.
Yet never considered that her escape was premised on her father's protection.
