Su Ruanruan had long since learned from the mouths of the servants.
She only said one sentence: "Third Brother comes from a distinguished background and cannot comprehend the suffering of others."
Under the lamp, He Jitang's tear mole beneath his eye looked particularly attractive.
Yet it also seemed colder.
He gently held little Ci'an's hand, whispering, "Go quickly and come back soon."
Su Ruanruan had nothing to say.
She went to see the famous actor.
Having fallen out of favor, the servants in the mansion hardly paid her any heed.
Dragging her weary body back to her room, she packed up in a simple manner.
The famous actor remembered the past affection and how He Jitang had struck her so ruthlessly now.
She shed clear tears.
As Su Ruanruan entered, she said with difficulty, "Have you come to gloat at my misfortune?"
Su Ruanruan was not in such a mood.
She did not argue, but simply treated the famous actor's injuries.
