Chapter 163: Bitter-Sweet Halves_1

The white mist blurring her heated eyes, leaving only the sound of the army's uniform march in her ears.

She adjusted her breathing, looked ahead, and clenched her fists tightly, her chest feeling unbearably painful as if on fire.

"Grandfather, father; who among them hasn't suffered serious injuries? Which one of them was as delicate as she was?!"

They taught her all her skills. Was it to make her pity herself? She endured countless hardships when practicing martial arts as a child. After so many years of neglect, did she think she could recover her skills just by thinking?

Heaven is fair; life is half bitter, half sweet.

These hardships were the result of her neglect over the years, and she had to make up for them to reclaim her original martial arts skills. It was justified.