"I'm only strict for your own good."
"Mm."
He didn't say anything more, and she didn't press him.
She had previously asked the old ladies about Fei Jin's past, hearing many bits and pieces.
Some said he was stubborn as a child, refusing to admit he was wrong after breaking a bowl. Others said he was an excellent student, and his teachers all praised him, saying he'd have a promising future.
She wrote down these fragments in a notebook, analyzing them one by one, mulling them over repeatedly.
She had even made a special point of writing a letter to Grandpa Yuan, who lived on Gourd Lane in the Capital. In the letter, she detailed Fei Jin's name, his date of birth, and the few key events she knew about.
She wanted to know if Grandpa Yuan knew Fei Jin, if he knew about his experiences as a young man—especially those sealed-away years in the military.
