"You and General Wei..."
Su Daiyue didn't finish her sentence, but a look of understanding and melancholy flashed in her eyes.
"Women from families like ours... none of us get to marry for love." She seemed to be looking through Ji Qingwu, seeing her former self.
"I truly wish I could be a man in my next life, free from the confines of these inner chambers. I want to see the world outside."
Ji Qingwu, in a way, was someone who had returned from that outside world. 'Soaring freely is wonderful,' she thought, 'but it also comes with countless dangers.'
'What you can't have always seems the best.'
Ji Qingwu said, "Miss Su, perhaps it's best to focus on living the rest of your life well."
"And don't call me Miss Su." Su Daiyue placed the tiger-head shoes in a velvet pouch and put it away. "Don't use my given name, either."
Ji Qingwu's eyes were clear as she gazed at her, full of confusion.
