"An eye for an eye?" Song Xiwei said with a somber expression, "I think most people would do that, but when will this cycle of revenge end? Young Master, he harmed you, and you harm him in return. There are many innocent people involved in this. Who have they offended?"
Aoqian did not interrupt her.
Song Xiwei continued, "I'm not just saying this without understanding the situation. I'm definitely on your side, which is why I've always said I'll help you and take back what's rightfully yours! However, I don't condone the indiscriminate killing of innocent people!"
Song Xiwei rarely talked about her past with others, and she didn't think it was necessary to talk about it with Aoqian, but for some reason, she just brought it up naturally.
"Although I grew up in the sect since childhood, I have also gone down the mountain to train countless times. You may think that I am saying so much because I have not experienced it and cannot empathize with you. But what you do not know is that before I was even born, my country was destroyed. In my country in the mortal realm, tens of thousands of people were killed by the enemy. My father was beheaded and his head was hung on the city gate. Countless innocent people died tragically under the iron cavalry of the enemy. As for my background, my master has never hidden it from me since I was a child. Do you know what my greatest support for cultivation has been since I was a child?"
Aoqian's gaze towards her didn't change noticeably, but he didn't say anything either.
Song Xi smiled slightly and continued, "That's right, it's hatred! How could I not hate? I'm a normal person too. I envy others' family reunions and other senior brothers and sisters who have relatives, but I have nothing! My mother died of postpartum hemorrhage when she gave birth to me, and the country was gone too. By the time I was old enough to go down the mountain to take revenge, do you know what happened? The country that destroyed my country had already been destroyed by other countries. The human world is very chaotic. If their rulers are incompetent, only the common people suffer!"
Aoqian listened to her long-winded speech without showing any impatience, but instead fell into deep thought.
With a wave of her hand, Song Xiwei displayed a portrait in front of her.
“Young Master, look, this is a portrait of my mother. What do you think? Don’t we look quite alike?” Song Xiwei spoke in a relaxed tone, even though she had just discussed a very heavy topic with Aoqian.
Aoqian looked at the portrait, and indeed, as Song Xiwei had said, the person in the portrait looked about 60% like Song Xiwei.
I couldn't help but glance at Song Xiwei a few more times. She still had that stunningly beautiful face, but if she were dressed as a woman…
Aoqian could confirm that Song Xiwei was definitely much more beautiful than the woman in the painting.
For some reason, Aoqian felt this way with absolute certainty.
“Young Master, you see, we're actually in the same boat. But you're not so bad off.” Saying this, Song Xiwei straightened up and patted her chest. “I’m lucky. I was taken in by my grandmaster when I was little. Although I have no family, my fellow disciples love me very much, so I'm not very lonely. Of course, now that you've met me, Young Master, I won't let you be all alone!”
Aoqian is not someone who easily feels compassion for just anyone.
He felt that pity and compassion were useless things.
His reaction seemed calm when Song Xiwei talked about her past.
However, if we were to say that Song Xiwei is different from others, there are indeed some differences.
If someone else had told him about these experiences, he probably wouldn't have been interested in listening at all and would have simply turned off the audio.
As far as he was concerned, other people's life and death, their tragic experiences, were other people's business and had nothing to do with him!
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