Ailsa Cultus
Ailsa took a deep breath.
The truth of the matter was that she had had this idea for a very long time, but she was also privy to Ryu's thoughts. Though the man seemed cold on the outside, his heart was filled with nothing but warmth and sentiment. If not for this, how could he possibly have treated Guiot's little sister as though she was his own?
Compared to that little girl, though, Ryu's feelings for his family weighed even heavier.
Why was it that despite knowing his life wouldn't last long, despite knowing he was nothing but a cultivation cripple, despite still having the unconditional love of his family, that Ryu would still have worked so hard in his last life?
The truth was that no one knew how hard Ryu had slaved. How much time he had spent with his nose in a book he didn't want to read or the sleep that he had deprived himself of for days to weeks on end.