The relationship between Yue and Wang Xiao, as Wenxi once explained to Seraphina, defied the boundaries of common understanding.
Those who saw their interactions as mere clashes of wills were gravely mistaken.
Yue held her father in the highest regard, revering him with a devotion that bordered on worship.
Her demeanor toward Wang Xiao was often formal, with a touch of distance, as if she maintained a respectful space between them.
Wang Xiao understood the 'reason' behind it, though he chose not to bring it to light.
Some truths were better left under the graveyard.
Yue's long lashes fluttered gently as she spoke, her voice calm yet laced with a sweet, almost melodic quality. "From the moment we draw our first breath, we are shaped by the world around us—its views, its culture, its ideals... So many strangers leave their marks on that blank canvas we start with. But I would rather have it be you, Dad, who turns that blank canvas into a beautiful painting."
