Zhuge Lian held her mother Zhou Yuruo's hands tightly, feeling the slight tremor in her palms. She knew what her mother was worried about, and couldn't help but sigh softly. She thought to herself, wasn't she just as concerned?
The two people facing off in front of her—one was the man she admired and respected, the other was her grandmother. Though this grandmother stirred feelings of displeasure within her, she was, after all, a blood relative.
Thus, she wished for neither of them to be harmed.
However, the long-standing feuds between her parents and grandmother, and her own lack of interaction with her grandmother, had rendered their familial bond faint, almost nonexistent.
As such, deep in her heart, Zhuge Lian was more concerned about the safety of Fang Bai, who was not only her mentor and friend, but also her confidant.
