"No! It is mine! It will always be mine!" The woman immediately moved towards the bow wanting to restrain the bow from shaking violently. The energy from the bow instantly burst out when she touched it. It disheveled her hairs, making her look like a crazy witch.
The old woman sighed and reached her old and wrinkled hand to gently stroke the back of the woman's head.
Her hands seemed to have magical magical power. Under her gentle stroke, both the young woman and the bow slowly calmed down.
In the old woman's cloudy eyes, there was infinite tender loving care. She moved her wrinkled lips and said sadly, "Qian Er, you are in too deep. It will only hurt you. Nanny knows that you are in pain. This bow is like a demon consuming your soul every day in the past few years. Look what it has done to you…"