"You are not living for anyone, you are living for yourself."
"Indeed, the only person I owe an apology to is myself."
Yawen bit her lip, smiling as tears streamed down her face.
"Thank you, Mr. Leoz," she wiped her tears, revealing a bright, liberated smile, "I used to think that being 'Li Aozi's woman' would give my existence meaning and value, and I strived for that."
"But now, I understand. I am not your possession, nor do I need to strive for that goal."
"If I truly want to be your lover, then I should truly understand you, and let you understand me too, instead of blindly throwing myself at you—it's quite bothersome, isn't it?"
Li Aozi shrugged, his silence speaking volumes.
"I hope that one day, standing before me, will not be a Tailor who is insecure and cowardly, trying to prove their worth through love," he said.
