The price to master a craft was too great, especially for a family like the Ye Family.
Ordinary people could only see the glory of the Ye Family on the surface, but had no idea how much the Ye Family had sacrificed.
No one knew better than Ye Shaohua and her wet nurse what those five years had really been like for their original master. Thinking of this, Shaohua slightly lowered her head, concealing the cold sharpness in her eyes.
Shen Jiran had only felt pity for Ye Yanyu before, but now, looking at the burn on Ye Shaohua's arm and hearing her indifferent tone, Ye Yanyu truly had no right to say she was pitiable or aggrieved.
Thinking about why he had climbed the mountain with her today, Shen Jiran suddenly felt a warmth in his eyes.
This person had struggled for five years just to return to the Imperial City, yet from the beginning, their lives had been predetermined. If not for today's accident, Shen Jiran dared not imagine what awaited Ye Shaohua.