Her expression was one of intense agony; her skin took on a bluish hue, and bulging veins appeared, clearly enduring great pain.
"Relax," Si Fuqing's hand pressed on her back, her voice gentle, "this is your own power; don't reject it. Learn to accept it and breathe with me."
Gradually, the veins on the little girl's arms disappeared, and her eyes regained their clarity.
She lowered her head, somewhat shyly, "Thank you, Sister Qingqing."
"It's nothing," Si Fuqing was very patient, rubbing her head, "you can ask me if there's anything you don't understand."
The little girl nodded, then hesitated, "Sister, why are you helping me?"
Though the In family forbade immediate members from slaying each other, it didn't prohibit strife; on the contrary, it was highly encouraged.
Everyone wanted to be the sole genius of the family; not suppressing others was already considered kind.
Si Fuqing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "I'm also helping myself."