The father who vanished in the mountain, X who took her away, the competition on the island Shura Field… those memories are the ones that really belong to her!
So why is the "her" in Aunt Yang's mouth a proper, well-bred young lady?
"Wifey, don't be sad." Nan Mufeng thought Jian Xi was upset and hurried to console her. "It's all in the past now."
"That's not it…"
Jian Xi blinked, still at a loss. "I should be thirty-two this year. I grew up in the mountain. After my dad left, X took me into the organization… That's not what Aunt Yang said at all!"
If the DNA hadn't proved she really was Nan Mufeng's wife, she'd be doubting this new identity herself.
"You're saying you were taken from the mountain by X?" Nan Mufeng's face changed drastically.
"Yeah. To stay alive, these hands of mine have been soaked in a lot of blood!"
