Reaching out to take the teacup, Cui Xiaoling's gaze softened as she felt the warmth emanating from the cup's surface. She did not drink the tea immediately but gently placed the cup onto the stone table beside her.
"Stand up, child."
Cui Xiaoling's voice was a bit hoarse, "Master isn't blaming you, just worried about you. You are grown up now, with your own thoughts, and I can't control you that much."
It seemed she saw her own youthful shadow in Meng Wanning.
"Just remember, if you ever find yourself unhappy in the future, come back, come back to your master's side. I will always be your staunchest support."
Meng Wanning nodded heavily, then looked towards Chen Cheng with teary eyes, "Chen Cheng won't make me unhappy."
The eyes of a lover never lie. Seeing Meng Wanning's eyes brimming with love and trust, the last bit of worry in Cui Xiaoling's heart dissipated.
