He didn't understand why he stayed by Anjue's side every day, answering her call at any moment. Time and again he watched her get hurt, watch her submit, watch her be stubborn, and watch her pretend to be strong and struggle...
Perhaps everyone, at first glance, thought she was very weak.
Indeed, she was very weak.
She was just a woman facing Anjue, who only needed a puppet. He would stop at nothing to break her wings, smooth her edges, erase her personality, teaching her lessons through repeated struggles, bravados, and stubborn acts, leaving her with no choice but to become weak, to submit, even to lose her sense of self.
I still remember when I first met her two years ago; she was like a little beast, always baring her fangs and brandishing her claws whenever she encountered Anjue. No matter how Anjue tormented her, her face always showed resilience.
Then, what did Anjue do?
