Wen Bingchuan had also been young once, so he naturally understood such feelings. If the person hurt hadn't been Wen Xiyao, he might have called it a deep love of youth, but with his own daughter in question, his thoughts became complicated.
"Du Nan, I understand your feelings for Xi Yao, but I strongly disapprove of the way you went about things. If you had pursued Xi Yao through proper means, I wouldn't have objected at all. In fact, I would even have supported you, but ..."
"Uncle Wen, I know I was wrong. I hurt Xi Yao, and I hurt you all. But all the mistakes were made by me. My father hasn't done anything wrong. You and my father have been friends for many years. Do you really have the heart to watch all of his hard work be destroyed?"
