With one death, all debts of love and hate are settled. With one death, all debts of love and hate are settled. With one death, all debts of love and hate are settled… An Lingrong kept repeating the words to herself, over and over, like a mantra to soothe her. Then she forced herself to let go of all the old grudges.
Once she had calmed down, she told herself:
Since fate insists on bringing us together, then let’s start over. I won’t overestimate Zhen Huan, nor underestimate myself. We can all treat one another sincerely. A drop of kindness can be repaid with a spring in return. But if you show me no kindness, then I can walk away. I don’t have to be a saint, and I can allow myself to step back, stand my ground, or even turn away when she blames me without reason or takes her anger out on me.
A brief introduction: Before, others raised poisonous insects using her. Now Lingrong has become a master insect-raiser herself. This story neither whitewashes nor vilifies Zhen Huan. Everyone has their own desires and emotions, and giving in to desire or passion brings resentment; doing good and gaining affection and benefits brings joy. Those whose joys and sorrows come from their own hearts, yet whose actions affect the hearts of others, are the ones who raise poisonous insects.
