Nan Hua looked at Old Madam Long and felt a bit loss.
Relationship has always been something she was bad about.
In her previous life, she was an agent or assassin, or whatever the name was. She learned how to act and to blend in the crowd, playing any of the role that was given to her perfectly. It was to the point that she herself was confused just who she truly was.
There was no one whom she could fully trust.
The one and only person whom Nan Hua ever trusted with her entire heart ended up plunging a knife to her chest, nearly killing her.
She had only treated those close to her better because she wanted to become their family members. But if any of them asked whether she trusted them with her entire life and heart, her answer would be no.
She couldn't do that.
The moment she allowed someone to enter her heart was the moment when she would show her weakness. She would allow them to affect her emotions. By placing her heart in other people's hand, she was allowing them to become her source of pain or happiness.
Giving one's heart to the wrong person would only cause endless despair.
Her grandfather, Nan Luo, and some others could affect her emotions to a certain extent as she had allowed them to. However, putting her life in their hand was something that she couldn't do fully.
She knew it very well.
During the previous incident, she had tried her best to stay awake even though she was around her twin brother and her cousin. She knew that they wouldn't harm her, but she still maintained her guard nevertheless.
But now, Old Madam Long.
If Nan Hua had to be honest, she felt a bit complicated. If the future were to go in accordance to the story, Long Qian Xing would never marry her. Instead, he would marry the female lead, whom he would meet at the frontline soon.
In the end, all Nan Hua could say was… "Thank you, Grandmother."
"Stop saying thanks." Old Madam Long smiled and patted Nan Hua's head once more. She stroked Nan Hua tenderly, looking at the girl's fair appearance and clear eye. It was rare to see someone with such eyes, one that didn't seem to have any other thoughts in her mind and dared to look at her directly.
Old Madam Long had spent quite a long time in the battlefield, so she knew that many people didn't want to have any dealings with her because they didn't dare to even look in her direction.
She knew that, which was why she appreciated Nan Hua even more.
Seeing a girl like this who was not afraid of her yet respectful was so pleasing. However, she also knew that someone like Nan Hua was also someone who closed her heart off and didn't allow anyone to truly get close to her.
"Hua'er, I have a story."
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