Book 19: Chapter 8
Liu Yue wasn’t very sympathetic. She wasn’t the type who could forgive anyone and everyone for anything. That said, she was a kind young girl, nonetheless. Hence, she wasn’t willing to senselessly kill someone. She had never seen a dead person. She felt guilty when she thought about the fact that the boy would die due to the incident. While he did unarguably cross the line, she didn’t believe he did it on purpose. Furthermore, her father didn’t mind her tail being violated, so she wasn’t that angry.
She was sure that the boy didn’t deliberately touch her tail. However, mentioning that to her father when he was angry was a fruitless endeavour. Strictly speaking, she didn’t want to save the boy. She didn’t want to defy her father’s command, but somebody dying because of her, not to mention that he wasn’t a bad person through and through, saddened her when she thought about it. She was aware she couldn’t save the boy as she didn’t have a key and most definitely had no plans of going to his rescue. Nevertheless, the night seemed long since she couldn’t sleep.
Liu Yue sat up and peered at the empty room. She hopped off the bed and drank a cup of water. She had changed her stockings. Her white stockings clung to her ample legs. The thin white veil on her slender waist looked enchanting. Her red tail gently swung side to side. She had a slender and tall physique, with the same beautiful features as her mother, adding another aspect of beauty of youth to her. She checked herself out in the mirror. She gently hooked her finger into her stocking. She felt that her body was on par with her mother’s, but she wondered why her father still didn’t pay attention to her body.
“Did Dad have that sense of self-awareness when he touched my tail today? How can I get Dad to pay attention to me? How can I get Dad to stay by my side?” pondered Liu Yue. She sighed and continued thinking, “Dad likes me, but he’s always treated me as a kid. He treats me no different to a five year old. He treats me the same as when I was a kid. I’ve grown up. I hope Dad can treat me as he treats Mom. I hope Dad treats me as his woman as opposed to his daughter. How can I make Dad change the way he sees me?”
Perhaps it was because she couldn’t sleep on the long night that Liu Yue’s mind was evidently lively. She recalled the story her mother told her countless times. Aforementioned story was her mother’s story with her Dad. Her mother told her about the time they met to the time they fell in love. Of course, there were two versions to the story. One version was her mom’s version. The other version was her dad’s version. The difference wasn’t significant, but her mom’s version spoke of her dad as the one who was always clinging to her.
“Do I have to do what Mom did? At this age, my mom had already begun running around alone to revive her tribe. That must be why Dad fell in love with Mom. Being able to shoulder things is what makes one an adult, right? That being the case, do I, too, have to do something to make Dad consider me a qualified adult? I’m confident I can defeat Mom if I can convince Dad to acknowledge me as a woman. After all, I’m in my prime, while my Mom is an old, over-the-hill fox already. That’s why I’m confident,” rationalised Liu Yue.
After her analysis, Liu Yue imagined her dad wearing her ring on for her, cheering her up. She began to rhythmically wag her tail.
Liu Yue began to spin her brain cogs again: “Except the question is, what do I have to do to convince Dad I’m a full-fledged adult? At present, I can’t think of anything to do. The world is no longer at war. What’s there to do in this land and in this world? Would going to save the boy’s nation considered an accomplishment? It seems to be. That’s all I can do at present. The question is, is that a good idea? Leaving the nation… No… Dad has said I can’t. What am I getting all excited for?
“Angering Dad isn’t wise. Plus, I can’t make Dad worry about me. I have to be a good girl. I know my three sisters are watching me. I may lose favour if I make the wrong move. It’d be very hard for me to gain favour again. All of my sisters are strong competition, particularly Nona. Nona is the only one among us Father considers a woman. It must be because of her breasts…”