Hearing her words, Shen Ye felt a surge of emotion; her voice was like a stone cast into the quiet lake of his heart, sending ripples spreading outward. He had always known she was exceptional—that she was different. In his eyes, beneath her ruthless methods, she still held onto her true self. Even when she did nothing at all, she shimmered with brilliance. It was only natural that she attracted so many admirers, for she was so outstanding, so unique. If even he loved her to the very marrow of his bones, how could Lu Xiuyun, who had met her before he did, feel any differently?
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Shen Ye: jealousy, nostalgia, and a touch of gratitude. He envied Lu Xiuyun for finding her first, yet he was thankful to have carved out a place for himself in her life. How fortunate he was to be treated differently by her; surely, he should be content with that? She was never the type of fragile woman who relied on men. She would never live under anyone's wings. She had her own ideals and pursuits, an independent soul, and a powerful spirit. She was like an eagle soaring in the sky—free, unconstrained, and unfettered.
Shen Ye understood that the best he could do was to support her silently from the sidelines. He also felt a twinge of regret for being so impulsive today and arguing with her.
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