"We all believed it," Zhan Chi murmured.
If it hadn't been for that letter, someone would have surely done something foolish by now.
"Lass, is your wound truly healed?" This was Xiang Minghou's greatest worry.
Ye Qianning patted the spot over her heart. "It's healed. Completely healed. Don't worry, Dad. Those medicinal baths weren't for nothing."
"Be gentle!" Qian Fanji said in a panic. An arrow had pierced that very spot all those years ago.
"I already told you, I'm fine."
"But there should be a limit to how thin you get. Look at you, you're a shadow of your former self. Are you really okay?" Zhan Chi asked, concerned.
"I'm not that thin, am I? Look at the young girls out there. Aren't many of them just like this?"
"But they weren't as chubby as you were when they were little," Zhan Chi said, glancing at her a few times, still finding it hard to accept. "Why did that old Taoist stop you from eating?"
