Nianyang shook her head, "Of course not, Master. I can very much understand your pain, but so many years have passed. You and Aunt cherished each other deeply, and if she could see your self-inflicted torment, she wouldn't want you to be so self-isolated."
Wen Qingmu closed his eyes, "I couldn't understand it. I thought I would be stuck there for the rest of my life until I saw you. You and A-Lan are so alike, which relieved my clogged heart, and I am very grateful to you."
Nianyang wanted to say something, but Wen Qingmu opened his clear eyes as if he suddenly understood something, "Alright, let's not talk about these things. You're right; let the past be the past. We should all look forward. Now that you've become my student, I will give you everything I have."
Wen Qingmu had been consistently indifferent, but Nianyang could feel his regard for her from his tone, and her heart was warmed.
Wen Qingmu spent eighteen years in seclusion, but it was not spent idly.
