Xiyan seemed completely detached from reality, holding him tightly without saying a word.
She thought of the things her mother had once told her, the lessons she had taught her.
She remembered the gentle image of her mother holding her hand as they walked home in the sunset.
She remembered how her mother used to take her to orphanages, bringing gifts to the children there.
Such a kind, serene person, forced by Yang Shurong and her son to the point of jumping to her death.
Now, her mother was being cursed as a mistress by her entire class.
As for Xiyan, even though her face was unmarred, it was all done to accommodate that partial father of hers.
Yet time and again, she's been ridiculed cruelly as an ugly freak!
Xiyan's grip on Ou Jue's arm tightened slightly. She opened her mouth woodenly and murmured, "Ou Jue…"
"I'm here." Just two simple words, but they carried immense weight.
"Can you lend me some money…"
"Sure."
"Aren't you going to ask how much?"
