Helian Nie did not interrupt Helian Si's intermittent words, but listened silently without changing his expression.

Helian Si pouted, feeling that his father was still the same old scoundrel, unchanged in the slightest. Such a heartbreaking story...

She refused to believe that her father wouldn't guess that the woman was her, and wouldn't even offer a little comfort or pity to his daughter. "Hmph," she continued.

"That flower went through several reincarnations. Then a Buddha came and pulled it up. I don't know what he was thinking, but he wanted to take it to the other side so that it could take root and bloom everywhere."

"However, something unexpected happened. The flower got wet from the Sanzu River and turned white."

"Buddha sighed, sighed so much, praised it for its enlightenment, said that great joy is not as good as great sorrow, and that forgetting is worse than remembering, and that it was a beautiful flower."

At this point, a low, sorrowful note appeared in Helian Si's voice, but it vanished in an instant.

The aura of sorrow that had surrounded him vanished without a trace. He shrugged, unconcerned, and continued speaking.

"The Buddha took that white flower to the other shore and planted it, calling it the Mandarava flower."

"What Buddha did not know was that the red petals washed away by the river dripped into the water and cried out incessantly all day long."

When Helian Si saw Helian Nie looking over, he blinked his long, curled eyelashes, patted his breasts, and looked smug.

"Father, you guessed right, those red things in the river are your lovely but pitiful daughter, me!"

Helian Nie's expression grew increasingly complex and indescribable. He was cold-hearted and incapable of offering comfort.

Seeing that ugly thing was clearly heartbroken but still had to smile, Helian Nie felt a pang of unease deep down. Over the years...

"This ugly thing was pampered growing up, why does it have to suffer like this?" He pinched the back of Helian Si's neck and spoke.

"solitary……"

Helian Si knew that Helian Nie was trying to comfort him. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkled, and she stared at Helian Nie with anticipation.

They waited for Helian Nie to speak, but for a long time, the father and daughter in the tent remained staring at each other, speechless.

Helian Si: "…………"

I'm sorry, she's overthinking it. The villainous tyrant persona doesn't have the function of comforting people.

Then, with her slender hand, she patted Helian's father's broad shoulder in return, comforting him.

"Oh, Father, you feel sorry for me, I understand, I understand."

Helian Nie, whose character was that of a villainous tyrant, breathed a sigh of relief.

On his handsome face, a pair of narrow, almond-shaped eyes looked at Helian Si with a hint of fatherly satisfaction. It's good that he understands.

"continue."

Helian Si thought that only his thoughtful daughter could understand what his father was trying to say, given the seemingly nonsensical remark. He cleared his throat.

"Later, a Bodhisattva came and transformed me into a flower, naming me Manjusaka."

"It was planted by the Sanzu River. Look, this is it! Father, look at it, isn't it beautiful? Isn't it incredibly charming?"

Helian Si pointed to the bewitching, blood-red mark of a red spider lily on his forehead, a smug look on his face as he waited for Helian Nie's praise.

Surprisingly, this time Helian Nie didn't reprimand Helian Si for being unprofessional.

Her fingertips gently traced the mark on Helian Si's forehead, and her thin, crimson lips parted slightly as she answered, "Mmm."

Helian Si: "!"

Shocked and astonished, he reached out and touched Helian Nie's forehead repeatedly, muttering to himself in bewilderment, "It doesn't have a fever."