"So... if the scenario from today was to unfold before you once more, you would still react the same way, wouldn't you?"
"...Yes."
Su Xiaomeng nodded, but her gaze no longer met her grandfather's, she was timid.
Bai Fengmao looked at the little girl's bowed head, her hair jet black, clear and distinct.
"To endure what others cannot endure, to suffer what others cannot suffer, only then can one achieve what others cannot achieve."
"..."
"Meng Meng, now you have a hundred, a thousand ways to strike Yin Shiqing, to humiliate Yin Shiqing."
Bai Fengmao stroked his white beard, slightly curled his lips, and when he said these words, the old man's face was full of pride and admiration for his granddaughter.
Su Xiaomeng pursed her lips, slowly raised her head, the afternoon breeze blowing through the spacious and empty courtyard.
The thick branches of the sycamore tree trembled lightly, tawny leaves fell from the branches, creating the backdrop for her grandfather.
