Ran Qingchen rose to straighten her hair, squeezing a faint smile on her pale face, "It's fine, I didn't fall asleep."
Gazing at her noticeably thinner niece, Zuo Su sighed,
"I heard you haven't eaten for the past two days, not even a drop of water. The old lady is almost frantic, fearing that you'll ruin your health. So, she specifically asked me to come and persuade you."
Ran Qingchen apologized, "I've worried Grandma and Great Aunt. As a cultivator, missing a few meals actually won't cause me any problems."
Zuo Su sat on the bed, holding Ran Qingchen's hand:
"Qingchen, we must look forward. In one's life, many disappointments will be experienced. Affections for children eventually fade over time.
Back then, your uncle and I were deeply in love, inseparable. But gradually, our love faded."
"I, too, have seen through it. In this lifetime, one ultimately has to live for oneself."
