Yin Mo stood silently behind Xiao Yehui, the word 'servant' felt like a harsh slap across her face.
Indeed, she was born into the Chairman Family, her father was the butler, her mother a maid, and from the moment of her birth, she was destined to be nothing but a servant of the Chairman Family.
Her life trajectory had been arranged early on, a servant for a day, a slave for life.
Even her joining the Border Seven Sons was because of Xiao Yehui, for she was his shadow.
Among the Seven Sons, they never asked about one's past or origin; they relied solely on their passion to share life and death on the border.
More than once, Yin Mo had fantasized about if she could have stayed on the border, to live out in the sunlight, honest and upright, how wonderful that would have been.
The room was dim, lit only by stray beams of light seeping in from outside the venue.
