The door closed, and the air inside the room quieted down.
Ye Henshui slightly lowered her gaze and, after a long pause, spoke, "I wonder what brings Sister to seek me today?"
Hearing this form of address, Ye Zi'e felt a strange sensation in her heart and said, "It's nothing much really; it was just that last time we met, it was too rushed. I didn't get to talk to you properly or even know how you've been all these years..."
"After my foster parents passed away due to illness, my master took me into the sect, carefully nurtured me, provided for my needs, and taught me cultivation. Life has been quite manageable." Ye Henshui didn't want to play the victim. From Chen Mo's shared memories, she understood what her sister had been through over the years.
In comparison, the suffering she endured was nothing.
"That's good to hear." Ye Zi'e nodded.
