Watching Yang Xiuying leave the room and disappear in sight, I lean on the bed, my heart is sweet as honey.

I thought Yang Xiuying would teach me a lesson again when she knew I had gone to fight, but she didn't. She didn't do it at all. Instead, she helped me wipe potions and became more understanding.

Maybe she no longer sees me as a child, but as a real man. A man does not need to worry too much about others, needs to have his own opinions, and is responsible for what he does.

I pinched my fist, and I'm sure I'll be responsible for what I do...