Su Muxue watched her younger sister's retreating back and sighed.
"Don't be too hard on her. A person like Han Feng has such a powerful aura that Yunxi can't find any confidence around him."
"That's true."
Su Jian rubbed his chin.
"That guy... he's only twenty, so how does he feel even harder to deal with than the old man?
At the dinner table just now, I could barely handle the old man's stare, but him? He just ate and drank like nothing was wrong, completely unaffected."
"Because he's strong enough."
Su Muxue turned and started walking back, her voice sounding exceptionally clear in the night wind.
"Strong enough that he doesn't need to depend on anyone.
People like him are destined to stand among the clouds."
...
「In the study.」
Su Zhen stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, still rolling the two beads in his hand.
"He's gone?"
"He's gone." The butler, Old Chen, stood respectfully behind him. "The young master and young ladies saw him to the door."
