"The literal meaning."
Luo Lao glanced back, asking in puzzlement, "You don't understand?"
After a brief silence, Yuan Yuan answered, "I… don't think there's anything wrong with it."
"That's fine too. Who in this world doesn't have a few quirks, right?" Luo Lao said indifferently. "At most it just means you're not living happily."
When she picked up the Sword she felt no joy, and when she put the Sword down she could not enjoy peace.
Whenever she was alone, she felt an indescribable confusion and dread.
Like someone lost, pacing back and forth, unable to decide.
"Let me guess…"
The old man pinched his chin in thought, his smile growing ever more malicious: "Could it be that even you have come to see yourself as that 'good child' in other people's mouths?"
Yuan Yuan did not speak.
"You're from the Yuan Family, aren't you?" Luo Lao asked. "I've seen your uncle before. Why are you nothing like him?"
"Women and men are always different."
