His Professed Small Scale
Editor: Exodus Tales
If it were before, Yun Xiangxiang would not complain to Song Mian. Not because of ego though, but rather because of habitual thinking of relying on herself.
Not knowing when it began, Song Mian had made her fall in love with his broad shoulders and safe embrace gradually.
Yun Xiangxiang finally understood the meaning of that saying:
Whose invincibility isn't steel that was tempered?
Whose peace of mind isn't walls built by love?
Strength is built only because there is no escort. One can only carry the storm on one's shoulders.
Peace of mind comes only because someone can shelter you from the storm, allowing you to see the bright and beautiful sunlight.
Yun Xiangxiang was once the former. Now, she qualified to be the latter. However, she had already gotten used to being self-reliant.
She chose so decisively to complain this time only because Zhang Fengde was not someone she could shake with her current capability.