If love endures through the ages, does it matter whether it's spent together every single morning and evening? Knowing he was doing well was enough to put her at ease.
Time is the healer of all wounds, and one day he would forget her, and another outstanding woman would appear by his side to share the rest of his life.
As long as he was happy, nothing else mattered to her.
What is there to fear for someone who has been through hell?
"No. I like it here," Cheng Ling declared, standing at the drafting table by the window, brandishing her brush and ink with great vigor.
The two sisters, separated by a window, one inside and one out, had completely different emotions!
One painted with rising enthusiasm, as if she had found the correct way to unfold her life. The other was disconsolate, only short of running off to the mountain to become a nun.
Jian Xi didn't even know what to say when she looked at Cheng Ling.
