"I'm not doing this for you, but for your mother." Xiao Lin's words completely broke Xia Xue down in sorrow.
"Hasn't this always been what you wanted to do?" He hugged the sobbing girl and gently wiped away her tears with his large hand. "Silly girl, this thorn has always been in your heart. Only if I pull it out for you will you truly be happy. This is the respect your mother deserves. So, this battle, you must fight yourself, but I'll be standing behind you, understood?"
Xia Xue, unable to speak through her tears, could only nod desperately. Did she have anything else to say? The man behind her had thought of everything that needed consideration. Could she refuse? She couldn't. This was the respect he had fought for her; could she just discard it? She couldn't.
"Honey, look, it's very excited too." He said while placing Xia Xue's hand on his proudly standing area.
