Hong Xiangjun had broken a leg, and she was confined in a woodshed, her body emitting a strange odor, completely devoid of the grace and elegance she once had, her eyes now full of shadows.
She clenched her fist and smashed it down on the floor, her face full of resentment and defiance.
Biting her lip, her eyes red, a face flashed before her eyes—a scarred face, just like Lao Si of the Liang family, both disfigured by a fire.
She could still not forget that incident, when she was only in her teens, amidst the flames, a man wrapping his arms around her shoulders, gently coaxing her, "Xiangxiang, don't be afraid, it's okay, big brother is here, brother is here..."
Later, she and the man escaped from the fire, but some complications arose, and they had been separated for many years. Hong Xiangjun forcefully closed her eyes, and a line of tears streamed down her cheeks.
