Wei Anning felt heartbroken and grief-stricken. It turned out that he carried such a heavy past. Just moments ago, she'd hated him to death, and now her heart ached bitterly for him.
She really was someone who healed her scars only to forget the pain.
Mrs. Wei pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. "Anning, loving a lone eagle can be very tough, because his entire world revolves around you, and to follow him in flight means bearing the sorrow of two people."
Wei Anning thought of that proud and cold man. Yes, Mrs. Wei was right—Leng Youchen was a lone eagle, flying alone.
But she didn't necessarily have to accompany him in flight. She could be a tall tree, growing strong and flourishing, full of branches and leaves. Waiting for the day when he grew tired from flying and wished to rest, offering him a place to perch—a fortress.
"Thank you for telling me this. I know what to do now." Wei Anning stood up and said to Mrs. Wei.
