"We don't have any deep-seated grudges; it's just that we've each chosen our own paths."
"Isn't that right?"
"We're not living constrained by one another; we both have our own choices. Isn't that a very good thing? You didn't trap me, and I didn't trap you. We both have our own paths, and many people envy that."
Miaoyu looked at her aunt.
She had the impression that such a person existed, but it was only an impression. Perhaps her aunt visited the State Capital when she was still young, so she couldn't fully remember what her aunt looked like. However, seeing this beautiful and captivating woman, she figured this was likely her aunt.
But no matter what, she stood by her sister: "So may I ask why you both have come to our sect?"
Qing Rou felt a pang of regret in her heart towards her two daughters, who at the moment seemed like strangers, with no emotion hidden in their eyes: "Miaoyu, don't speak like this. I actually really like you both; I still love you."
