The pale mist blurred her expression, making her visage seem ethereal. Su Yiren said softly, "Letting go this time, I fear you will regret it for life. Ruliu, some things, once you let go, they are gone for a lifetime."
"..." Xun Ruliu suddenly pursed her lips.
"I really like your temperament," Su Yiren looked at her, "calm, like water, undisturbed by the outside world, a good material for experiments. You are smart but have not experienced love. You might let go now out of a soft heart, but you will regret it sooner or later. You will think countless times, why didn't you try harder to take him over—Ruliu, both you and Lun You are my children, and I don't want to see you regret."
This was the first time Su Yiren spoke to her about matters of the heart.
Xun Ruliu was slightly startled and subconsciously looked towards Su Yiren.
She rarely spoke about such things; she was a strong woman, proud and accustomed, dismissing talks of love with the younger generation.
