I remember the gentle lady, Cynthia, a cherished secret in my few happy memories.
To avenge such a good person, I didn't feel too distressed, no matter how cold and repulsive Azure treated me.
Now, I realize that the gentleness in my character also bears the shadow of Cynthia.
No one could have imagined that Azure would fall in love with the daughter of his mother's murderer.
Others might see it as true love breaking all bonds, the grudge of a mother's death just one of the obstacles in their way.
But to me, it felt even more disgusting that he could move past his own mother's death. I wonder if Cynthia would find peace in the afterlife.
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Raven, who had left the sect early for his own trials, was unaware of these details. He only knew that Azure and I were destined lovers. We occasionally interacted, always strictly observing etiquette.
It must have been the first time he had ever done something so out of line.
After being carried for a while, I asked him to put me down.
His first reaction was one of disappointment. "Azure has treated you so poorly, and you still want to endure it!"
I shook my head in confusion. "Raven, isn't your hand injured? Be careful it doesn't worsen."