She didn't need fancy jewelry to adorn herself; she was already dazzling enough.
He, her father, was nearly seventy, yet all he ever thought about were his own private affairs. His daughter, on the other hand, so young, was already striving for the public good.
Realizing this, Ni Guangli's expression softened. He gently patted her head. "It's getting late. You should get some sleep."
"Dad, this kind of thing isn't hard for me. Just a little bit of what slips through my fingers can bring a brighter future to so many people. I think it's worth it."
"You're doing the right thing. I was wrong before."
"No, Dad, that's not what I meant..."
