Jiang Chenyue left full of hope, and yet, she left the old neighborhood feeling distraught and lost, her complexion so awful that even the bodyguard didn't dare to approach her.
"Madam..."
"Let me be alone for a while."
After saying that, no one dared to disturb her further.
All they could do was watch her, under the dim street lights, staggering towards the roadside.
"I remember that child, tiny, with a red birthmark on the left wrist, and arms like tender lotus roots, so pale and delicate. I've never seen such a fair and well-grown child shortly after birth, so the impression was particularly deep."
