Bonus Part Two:
My na is Liu Baixue. I was born into a martial arts family. My mother passed away due to complications during my birth, and my father, deeply engrossed in martial arts, paid little attention to .
I have an older brother who, as the next successor to the manor, received at least so of Father's attention. As for , I rarely received his notice.
Thus, I grew up bereft of affection. Resentnt towards this father who neglected constantly welled up within , fostering my habitually confrontational attitude towards him.
The Liu Clan has a tradition of transmitting martial arts techniques only to males. When I was young and ambitious, I sought to prove myself to Father. I secretly studied the family techniques and, unexpectedly, I learned a technique that was forbidden within the Liu Clan.
Although my brother often said I had a high aptitude for martial arts, I had no one to guide . After learning a cultivation technique prone to demonic deviation, I inevitably succumbed to it.
Subsequently, at a young age, my hair turned white.
When I learned that Father knew about my demonic deviation, a glimr of anticipation and joy still flickered in my heart. Would Father finally pay attention to , I wondered, even if it ant scolding or hitting ?
But instead, he simply glanced at in my room without saying a word and left expressionlessly.
Soon after, news spread throughout the Capital City that Master Liu was seeking renowned doctors. People outside admired Master Liu for his profound love for his daughter.
But only I felt an icy chill deep inside.
Because, with every renowned doctor he found, his first question was always how to turn my white hair black again.
Ha!
Profound love for his daughter?
He was rely concerned about his own reputation. Having a young daughter with white hair must have made him feel mortified, right?
So, I deliberately dressed in white and flaunted myself in front of him. As expected, every ti he saw , his face turned sour. In those monts, I felt a certain malicious satisfaction. Yet, watching his retreating figure, I was engulfed by a profound emptiness.
However, I still have to thank him.
Because his search for famous dicines in the Capital City led to et Tongtong.
I clearly rember the first ti I saw her. She was a tiny girl standing in the garden. When she looked at , her round eyes were filled with dazzled admiration.
I found it intriguing because others usually looked at with sympathy, pity, or concealed mockery.
Only she looked at with dazzled admiration, even complinting my beauty. In that mont, I thought this young girl was quite interesting.
She was the first ray of light in my shadowy childhood. Although she was younger than , she understood more than I did. She always ward my heart and created a soft spot within my hardened heart. It was through her that I t the second light in my life—Zhao Yu.
When I was young, I often saw him accompanying Tongtong but didn't pay much attention to him. I only knew that he was a brother who cherished his sister.
The first ti I truly noticed him was one night when he accidentally entered my private chamber. I jokingly asked him how my embroidered wild goose looked.
At the ti, I was rely bored and asked him casually. However, I didn't expect him to answer so seriously.
How could he be so artless? I thought at the ti.
Later, when he misunderstood , he awkwardly brought my favorite orchid to apologize—clumsy, yet sincere.
In this way, like a blazing fire, he kept appearing in my life, annoying yet sweet.
Gradually, I began to look forward to his visits every day.
Yet, when my illness flared up again, I was brutally reminded of my reality. How could soone like , with so little ti left, dare to dream of romance?
Just as I was about to give up, Father noticed Zhao Yu's frequent presence by my side.
Father actually t with Zhao Yu privately and asked him if he would marry .
That fool actually foolishly agreed!
I knew it clearly: Father only wanted to rid himself of this burden that was !
Shortly after my heated argunt with Father, he suddenly t with an accident.
Everything happened so suddenly that when I heard the news, I realized I wasn't as indifferent as I thought. Deep down, I still loved this father who had shown so little care. My defiance was rely an attempt to make him notice .
While I mourned Father's departure, I also keenly sensed that his demise wasn't a simple accident.
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