"No," Xia Luo shook her head, "I'm not afraid that you'll poison the water. If you wanted to kill us, you would have done it long ago, why bother being the murderer yourself? I'm just surprised; no one has ever poured water for me before. I've schemed against you, so why are you being so nice to me?"
Zhan Yunxiao lowered his gaze.
He remembered how she ate when she was little, always slowly and with particular elegance, constantly mindful of her words and actions, fearing others would say she lacked the grace of a Zhan Family young lady.
In fact, both he and she knew she wasn't his father Zhan Hanjue's child.
Yet, she wanted to be a child of his father, and she didn't want others to remember this fact.
So she worked doubly hard, hoping to become a true heiress, not to be looked down upon.
But looking at her now, gobbling her food, where was the elegance of the past?
Zhan Yunxiao felt sorry for her.
