The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage-Chapter 378: Extra II

Bonus Part Two:

My name is Liu Baixue. I was born into a martial arts family. My mother passed away due to complications during my birth, and my father, deeply engrossed in martial arts, paid little attention to me.

I have an older brother who, as the next successor to the manor, received at least some of Father's attention. As for me, I rarely received his notice.

Thus, I grew up bereft of affection. Resentment towards this father who neglected me constantly welled up within me, fostering my habitually confrontational attitude towards him.

The Liu Clan has a tradition of transmitting martial arts techniques only to males. When I was young and ambitious, I sought to prove myself to Father. I secretly studied the family techniques and, unexpectedly, I learned a technique that was forbidden within the Liu Clan.

Although my brother often said I had a high aptitude for martial arts, I had no one to guide me. After learning a cultivation technique prone to demonic deviation, I inevitably succumbed to it.

Subsequently, at a young age, my hair turned white.

When I learned that Father knew about my demonic deviation, a glimmer of anticipation and joy still flickered in my heart. Would Father finally pay attention to me, I wondered, even if it meant scolding or hitting me?

But instead, he simply glanced at me in my room without saying a word and left expressionlessly.

Soon after, news spread throughout the Capital City that Master Liu was seeking renowned doctors. People outside admired Master Liu for his profound love for his daughter.

But only I felt an icy chill deep inside.

Because, with every renowned doctor he found, his first question was always how to turn my white hair black again.

Ha!

Profound love for his daughter?

He was merely concerned about his own reputation. Having a young daughter with white hair must have made him feel mortified, right?

So, I deliberately dressed in white and flaunted myself in front of him. As expected, every time he saw me, his face turned sour. In those moments, I felt a certain malicious satisfaction. Yet, watching his retreating figure, I was engulfed by a profound emptiness.

However, I still have to thank him.

Because his search for famous medicines in the Capital City led me to meet Tongtong.

I clearly remember the first time I saw her. She was a tiny girl standing in the garden. When she looked at me, her round eyes were filled with dazzled admiration.

I found it intriguing because others usually looked at me with sympathy, pity, or concealed mockery.

Only she looked at me with dazzled admiration, even complimenting my beauty. In that moment, I thought this young girl was quite interesting.

She was the first ray of light in my shadowy childhood. Although she was younger than me, she understood more than I did. She always warmed my heart and created a soft spot within my hardened heart. It was through her that I met the second light in my life—Zhao Yu.

When I was young, I often saw him accompanying Tongtong but didn't pay much attention to him. I only knew that he was a brother who cherished his sister.

The first time I truly noticed him was one night when he accidentally entered my private chamber. I jokingly asked him how my embroidered wild goose looked.

At the time, I was merely bored and asked him casually. However, I didn't expect him to answer me so seriously.

How could he be so artless? I thought at the time.

Later, when he misunderstood me, he awkwardly brought me my favorite orchid to apologize—clumsy, yet sincere.

In this way, like a blazing fire, he kept appearing in my life, annoying yet sweet.

Gradually, I began to look forward to his visits every day.

Yet, when my illness flared up again, I was brutally reminded of my reality. How could someone like me, with so little time left, dare to dream of romance?

Just as I was about to give up, Father noticed Zhao Yu's frequent presence by my side.

Father actually met with Zhao Yu privately and asked him if he would marry me.

That fool actually foolishly agreed!

I knew it clearly: Father only wanted to rid himself of this burden that was me!

Shortly after my heated argument with Father, he suddenly met with an accident.

Everything happened so suddenly that when I heard the news, I realized I wasn't as indifferent as I thought. Deep down, I still loved this father who had shown me so little care. My defiance was merely an attempt to make him notice me.

While I mourned Father's departure, I also keenly sensed that his demise wasn't a simple accident.