Every year with a whip, the heart-wrenching pain, she silently endured.
Whenever she longed for the warmth that Mo Qiyan brought her, whenever she couldn't bear the training, her mother would ask her to take off her clothes and look at those hideous scars.
Her mother said, "Your brother was dragged into the cold water by a crocodile, the pain he endured was a thousand times heavier than yours, he was torn apart and bitten to death by the crocodile!"
At that time, she would suddenly wake up, she couldn't shrink back in the face of difficulties, nor could she indulge in any warmth midway.
She wanted revenge, to avenge her brother.
So, she actually couldn't allow herself to indulge too much, to enjoy the love and warmth that Sheng Qianchi gave her.
Life is full of crisscross scars. How much warmth is needed to welcome back that passing spring?
