When they first arrived at Xuanling Temple, the mother only knew how to wash her face with tears every day, wallowing in self-pity, hoping day after day that the father would change his mind and take her back, completely neglecting her young daughter.
The mother had no idea whether her young daughter had eaten today or had dressed warmly; she just locked herself in the room and cried every day.
That day, cold and hungry, she was crying and hiding in this corner of the wall. Here, she encountered someone.
Someone who would be engraved in her heart for the rest of her life...
"Ji... Miss?" Suddenly, a somewhat hesitant voice interrupted Ji Liruo's thoughts.
Ji Liruo's recollections were interrupted, and a hint of fierceness flashed in her eyes. After a pause, she turned around and looked towards the person who called her; it was the young Marquis, Xiao Anning.
This blind man!
