The Past

"I don't want to think about it now, Alex, just let me be for now," MingYue said while still sobbing. She often acted cold and uncaring, but the moment the wall cracked open, the dam burst out.

Her feelings as a five-year-old, forced to cultivate, no playtime, no social time. Barely spending time with her own family. Every day was cultivate, cultivate, cultivate.

More treasures to absorb, more secret techniques to learn, more things to practice.

It was all never-ending. Every day was so monotonous that she was forced to push all her feelings and emotions down.

A realization then came to her: since when did she start to let her feelings come out?

She looked up once more, looking at Alex's eyes, which were still emotionless. "So this is all because of you, Alex."

"Me? What do you mean?"

"Since I met you, I started learning about your life, seeing your family, your bond. I realized that was what I wanted.