Jian Xi had nothing to say. Any explanation she could offer seemed too feeble.
The Jian Xi of the past had indeed been an extreme romantic, willing to throw caution to the wind for love, even her own life. Her mother held this stereotype of her, and Jian Xi couldn't blame her; it was her own doing.
Her father, wise and perceptive, glanced at his daughter's troubled and helpless face and promptly intervened to lighten the mood. "Alright, dear, let's just go with Xixi's plan and help take care of Yinyin."
He looked at Jian Xi earnestly and admonished, "Take good care of yourself. You haven't even finished your postpartum confinement. Don't overwork yourself. Delegate any tasks to your brothers. Stop thinking you need to be a superwoman all day long. The Jian family doesn't need you to be its sole pillar. Do you think we see you as incapable?"
"I got it, Dad."
Upon returning home, she remained her parents' daughter.
Jian Xi leaned into her parents' embrace.
