Yun Sijin spoke calmly, as if she were recounting someone else's affairs, rather than her own experiences of life and death, and the ups and downs of these past years.
"Cousin, you've been a wise person since childhood, so why imprison yourself within the confines of your own inner demons? When the Yun Family was exiled, you already knew that neither of us would have any opportunity in this lifetime." The clarity in Yun Sijin's eyes was like a spring of water.
To say she never resented Lu Mian would be a lie that couldn't be more false.
She had longed to marry Lu Mian for ten years, and even when she ended up as a courtesan, though protected by Zhuo Junli, she refused to leave with him because she couldn't let go of Lu Mian in her heart.
But when she was on the brink of death, it was only when Zhuo Junli pulled her back from the edge that she realized how precious life was. In the long span of decades, she had spent a decade waiting for Lu Mian, yet gained nothing.
