Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

The story continues.

The moment the daughter learned the truth, she felt worse than a beast.

She used to think she was someone with a destiny to become an Immortal, while her parents and brother were mere mortals, making her naturally superior to her family.

But now she realized that she, this so-called Immortal, was just a leech sucking her family’s blood.

She regretted bitterly, immediately taking all the money she had and returning to the family she once looked down upon.

She pawned everything valuable she had, only then was she able to redeem the old home.

She repented to her mother, apologized to her brother, and knelt before her father’s grave.

She vowed to work and study diligently in the future, not only would she not ask for money from the family again, but she would also send money home. Being a cultivator, she should be the most capable person in her family, how could she rely on her mother’s odd jobs and brother’s hard labor to support her?

Her mother was moved by her daughter’s change and took out a pair of thin socks from her bosom.

It turned out the mother worried she couldn’t gather enough money for her daughter, so while bedridden, she crocheted a pair of thin socks herself, with a small chrysanthemum, her favorite flower, on them.

"I saw the type of stockings you wanted when washing clothes for the rich ladies. Our family can’t afford them, so I made a pair myself. My hands aren’t skillful, but don’t despise them, my dear child..."

Only then did the daughter remember the clothes she wore before going to Henggao City to study were all made by her mother’s hands.

Her mother’s hands were not clumsy; on the contrary, they were the most dexterous hands the daughter had ever seen.

This aging woman couldn’t cultivate, but these weathered hands seemed born with a supreme skill, always able to craft the little dresses and new shoes she wished for...

Instantly, tears streamed down the daughter’s face as she tightly hugged her mother, only hoping her mother wouldn’t despise her ignorant daughter.

"My dear child is the most beautiful, beautiful in anything you wear, how could I despise you..."

The thread in a loving mother’s hand makes the clothes for her wandering child.

Sewing tightly before leaving, fearing the child will return late.

Who speaks of the heart of little grass, whose warmth can repay the spring sun?

The daughter returned to the Sect with the stockings her mother made, and since then, it was as if she became a different person.

Diligent and independent, she seized every opportunity to improve herself and earn money, no longer caring so much about others’ opinions.

In less than a month, it was as if she had gained sudden enlightenment and broke through a boundary, rising from the bottom to the top among her peers.

On the day of the banquet between the two sects, she attended wearing the stockings her mother made. Even those female cultivators who looked down on her were amazed by the beauty of her legs.

But they didn’t believe the daughter could afford the same things as them. Sure enough, the stockings didn’t have the Hundred Birds Pavilion’s paper bird pattern but an unfamiliar chrysanthemum pattern.

She was wearing a fake! Counterfeit and inferior goods!

How ugly! Throw her out!

Just as the daughter was about to be thrown out of the banquet, the youngest and most promising prodigy at the event stood up. He was the focus of all the female cultivators at the banquet, yet he actively protected the daughter.

The story here needs to flip the page to continue reading, but Yutong excitedly pressed the page:

"I know, I know! Next, it must be that this prodigy was captivated by the daughter’s beauty, yet scorned those wearing Hundred Birds Pavilion stockings? Then the daughter jumps from a peasant background to become the daughter-in-law of an Immortal Family, thus proving that what clothing brand one wears isn’t the testimony of beauty at all?"

Several young female disciples nodded slightly upon hearing this, the white-clothed prince falling for a destitute mortal maiden, then rescuing her from the quagmire of life, that’s how the stories go.

You Su merely smiled, "That would fall into cliché. A woman’s beauty should please oneself more than pleasing a man, why is the affirmation of a man needed to obtain salvation? Only through self-rescue can a woman’s beauty truly show. This beauty is no longer the superficial beauty of appearance, but a deep beauty, an independent beauty from the heart."

Upon hearing this, the Third Elder was momentarily stunned, her eyes flickering with brilliance.

She hadn’t expected such deeply resonating words to come from the man she least regarded, and he was... only an eighteen-year-old blind man.

Across a few disciples, she looked into You Su’s clear but spiritless eyes, seeming to want to discern whether this young man’s words were for mere elegance or heartfelt.

"Mr. You is right."

Lin Si Han felt invigorated after hearing this, "We strive hard to make good stockings, good dresses, primarily to make ourselves feel beautiful, not for others to see. Mr. You, though blind and unable to see women’s appearances, appreciates women’s beauty more than other men. All the men in the world should learn from him."

All the women looked at You Su with eyes bright as the autumn moon, as if meeting a true kindred spirit. In this world, such a man who empathetically understands women is indeed rare.

A charming, mature voice suddenly rang out:

"Turn the page."

The Third Elder withdrew her gaze, her face unchanged, yet she was already eager to see the end of the story.

Yutong hastily turned the page:

The prodigy indeed protected the daughter, full of disdain in his words for those women who equated wealth with beauty.

He also candidly said he didn’t see any inferiority in the stockings on the daughter’s legs, they were instead superior in texture, thus mocking those women, were they aggrieved that after spending more money, their experience was not as good as hers, is that why they wanted her out?

The overbearing women reluctantly desisted, yet the daughter abandoned the opportunity to connect with the prodigy post ’hero saving the beauty’ and chose to return to her own life, to continue diligently cultivating and working.