Especially Chen Xixi, who used to be a stunning beauty, captivating with every smile and frown. Within just one year, she no longer exuded charm, and her once delicate face seemed to have been touched by dust, losing its radiance.
Yet this level of beauty, in an ordinary household, was still a rarity.
At this moment, Chen Xixi gazed unblinkingly at Xie Wanqing, at this face she thought she would never see again in this lifetime, and her eyes reddened.
She recalled their meeting over a year ago.
At the Capital Suburb Camp, she was about to be sent back to that hellhole of a Chen Family by that God of Killing. At the time, the Chen Family was on the verge of collapse. Once back, she would either become the daughter of a criminal official and be sent to the Imperial Music Bureau or into the military camp as a camp courtesan, or used in the family to entertain guests as a household courtesan.
Each path was a dead end.
