But the affection and protection from the mistress for her were genuine and heartfelt.
She hesitated for a moment but couldn't resist asking softly.
"Mistress...Master, he...what kind of person was he?"
The hand of Tantai Xueling paused slightly, her gaze drifting out the window, as if penetrating through time and space, landing on a distant silhouette.
After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke, her voice carrying a timeless essence.
"He...is a very stubborn person. Once he's set on a path, he won't turn back even if he hits a dead end. Talent...decent, but he is too independent in nature, likes to shoulder everything himself, not fearing to crush himself under the weight..."
Her tone was flat, as though narrating an unrelated past event, but Gu Yuanyuan acutely captured the complex emotions hidden beneath the calm words.
There was admiration, resignation, perhaps...an almost imperceptible concern?
