Chun Ping's immature, tender nails scratched at Song Shijiu's palm, her face still lacking an expression in the slightest, not even clever obedience, only biting her lip as she gazed at her, not intending to speak one more word. In her sparse brows and the furrowed ridge of her brows, Song Shijiu felt a rather vigorous obstinance, seeping out of the thin, weak girl, as if seeing the the Li Shiyi of then, wandering about in a desperate plight and not fond of speaking. She counted herself as incredibly fortunate; the divine bones bestowed by the heavens were wanton and unrestrained, and by the time she'd been reincarnated, she was also protected well by Li Shiyi, growing to be lovely and innocent and at ease, never having had a time where she endured hardships. Thinking on it carefully, the greatest hardship she'd endured was nothing more than previously chasing after Li Shiyi's love, yet not gaining it. However, now she had Li Shiyi, and she was satisfied to the poin...