Eighth Space-Time.
Wen Zaao stared blankly at the ceiling, wanting to have a good cry, but her eyes were dry, and not a single tear could be squeezed out.
In her mind, that poignant scene lingered, constantly reminding her how ridiculous she had been for the past two years.
"Let's break up. Blame it on you not being the eldest daughter of the Wen Family!"
"I can never marry the daughter of a maid!"
She never expected such a melodramatic scene to happen to herself, just an hour ago, she witnessed firsthand her boyfriend's passionate affair with her stepsister.
Wen Zaao burped, the smell of alcohol spreading in her mouth, she pointed at the ceiling and cursed, "What's wrong with being a maid's daughter! I never said I was the eldest daughter of the Wen Family! It's you... it's you, you idiot, who mistook me for it! I never... never admitted to being the Wen Family's daughter!!"
