She believed everything he said. Back then, for little Han Yiwei, having someone trust him was such a rare blessing.
When he was covered in bruises from beatings, it was this girl in front of him who showed concern for him, who brought him food. But he had always ignored her, never showed her any warmth.
Years have passed, and everyone has changed. Yet, Han Yiwei recognized her at a glance—this was the girl from back then. Although he'd never treated her kindly, he still remembered her name.
Her name was Qianqian, Liu Qianqian—a name as charming as the person herself. Seeing her, he couldn't bear to hurt her. She was like a little angel.
Liu Qianqian had now grown into a graceful young woman. On Sundays, as long as she was free, she would come to the orphanage to help out. She had lived here as a child and was quite familiar with this place.
Many people knew she'd come around, so naturally, there were quite a few suitors who would show up to try to impress her.
But today...
