As Xing Jiuan listened to this, she almost cried.
In an instant, all the grievances she felt seemed to have found their release.
Master was like a father to her.
No matter how strong a person was, they would still feel wronged and saddened.
Xing Jiuan leaned over and carefully curled her body up. She sat beside her master, and on her other side was her tombstone.
"I thought I'd taught you well. Confidence, strength, invincibility…
"Little 21st, I was wrong. I forgot… you're still a child."
She had been pampered to the heavens. But in the blink of an eye, she had gone from heaven to hell. They shouldn't have forced her.
After breaking ties, he did not look for her again. He did not how much she had suffered.
She was supposed to be a fortunate woman. She should have enjoyed supreme glory and shone brilliantly…