"Thank you, Aunt. I... I understand." Lin Pandi departed from the Lin Family, lost in despair.
Gu Nian emerged from the house, silently watching the retreating figure of Lin Pandi.
Suddenly, she felt a surge of anger.
It wasn't anger at Mrs. Jiang for driving Lin Pandi away, but anger at the era, anger at the lowly status of these girls.
She was lucky; her adoptive parents and brothers treated her well.
But in this world, how many unfortunate yet powerless girls were there, like Lin Pandi?
Lin Pandi was only fifteen!
Mrs. Jiang came over and held Gu Nian's arm, "Niannian, if Pandi truly doesn't mind wealth and poverty, finding a soulmate to live with isn't that difficult. You mustn't meddle in other people's business anymore. If you truly feel sorry for her, we can secretly help her a bit, but bringing her back here is out of the question."
