Ah Yun hurried in, "Miss..." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel-fire.ɴet Yun Ya climbed out of the bathtub, her mind much clearer. Ah Yun draped a towel over her, wrapping her whole body, and helped Yun Ya out of the bathtub. "Miss, why did you soak for so long?" Yun Ya suddenly unveiled the towel, her young and full body completely exposed before Ah Yun, who was shocked, eyes wide open, and quickly shut them, "Miss, please cover up, you’ll catch a cold." Yun Ya stubbornly pursed her lips. "Open your eyes and look at me, do I have a good figure?" Ah Yun sneaked a peek, a sliver of her eyes open. The young girl stood under the light, tall and slender, her skin porcelain-white... gulped a mouthful of saliva. Her stomach was flat and smooth, further down... no, can’t look, it will bring bad luck... "Miss, your figure is very good." Ah Yun spoke truthfully; not just good, it’s exceptional. Even as a woman, her heart raced uncontrollably, she almost wished to transform into a wolf and pounce on her. "Really?" The young girl showed an innocent smile. Though she was naked, in Ah Yun’s eyes, she looked as pure as an angel at that moment. But soon she started crying again, large tears bursting forth, looking so sorrowful. She grabbed the towel and stomped on it fiercely, the anger, fear, and reluctance in her chest like a great fire consuming her whole being: "But what use is all this, it’s never what I wanted, never what I wanted...." Ah Yun was startled and rushed to hug her: "Miss, what’s wrong with you?" Yun Ya lay on her shoulder, sobbing. The insecurities repressed for many years, on the day she met him again, flooded like a broken dam, submerging her completely. She was drowning at the bottom, unable to find direction or escape. She was about to drown. "Why hasn’t he come yet? Brother Yan, I promised you, I promised you...." The girl’s sobbing was so fragile, so heartbroken. Ah Yun held the young girl, in the eyes of others, she was beautiful and noble, kind and graceful, a National Goddess, an idol for all. It seemed all wonderful words could pile on her without any discord. Before this, she too thought so. She must be living in an ivory tower, leading a life like a Princess, having everything served, knowing nothing of worldly troubles, carefree. But she realized she was wrong, terribly wrong. After a few days of being together, she saw the lonely and panicked soul beneath her beautiful exterior, saw the gray shadows filling her kind character, saw the loneliness and sorrow in her elegant demeanor that no one could understand. In her heart, there must be a deep and profound secret, repressed with many sorrows, bearing a great amount of pain, so deep, so much, so massive, her frail body almost couldn’t bear it anymore, she was about to collapse. Ah Yun just felt her heart wrench with pain, she couldn’t help but shed tears as well, only wanting to cry with her. She understood this feeling very well; the deeper the suppression, the more painful it is, but releasing it, having a good cry, everything gets better. The day she feared most had finally come. At eighteen, her breasts had developed, she had grown taller, her features matured, becoming more and more beautiful. What good is having a perfect body when her body will never be whole? In this life, she can never be a real woman. Heaven is ultimately fair. After crying herself out, Ah Yun picked up the towel, wrapped her up, and led her out of the bathroom. Lying on the big bed, covered with a blanket, she looked at the ceiling, "I’m tired of it all." With a calm, unwavering tone, like the desolate wind of late autumn blowing over withered leaves, stepping together into a decaying abyss. Ah Yun’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, looking at the pale person lying there, she couldn’t help but advise: "Miss, no matter what obstacles there are, you’ll get through them, you must be strong." This state is too dangerous. Ah Yun felt that the Miss might have some mental issues, like depression, and if she couldn’t think it through, it would be very dangerous. Yun Ya closed her eyes, covering her head with the blanket. Ah Yun breathed a sigh of relief, stood up: "Miss, rest well, I’ll go out first, call me if you need anything." With those words, she was about to turn and leave. "Where’s my clothes?" Yun Ya suddenly sat up. Ah Yun paused, then remembered Yun Ya was referring to the trench coat she had brought back, "It’s on the sofa, Miss, you put it there yourself." Ah Yun casually pointed to the sofa, seeing the trench coat casually draped over the back of the sofa chair, and was about to go over and get it for the Miss.