When she saw Li Zhiyan earlier, beautifully dressed and standing beside him, something stirred in her heart.
Reality.
Lin Feng was no ordinary man.
His strength, his bearing, his mysterious depth… women would naturally be drawn to him.
It was only a matter of time before others realized his worth.
In the cultivation world, powerful men rarely belonged to only one woman.
Wives and concubines were commonplace.
Affection was often shared, divided, even competed for.
She understood this.
And strangely… she accepted it.
She did not dream of being the sole woman in his life.
She did not seek status, nor did she crave the title of first wife. The spotlight did not appeal to her.
What she desired was far quieter.
If she could remain by his side in the shadows… if she could share even a fragment of warmth without disrupting his path… that would be enough.
She was not naive. She knew what she had done just now was bold perhaps even reckless.
