"I think you're all crazy," Brielle Jennings said agitatedly. "Aren't you afraid of losing the Winslow Family's face? Of people whispering behind our backs that the Winslow Family married an illegitimate daughter?"
Damian Winslow had no desire to pay any further attention to the overly agitated Brielle right now. He recalled that snowy night thirty years ago. She had run toward him, holding a roasted sweet potato in her hands, her head and body covered in snow. She had handed the sweet potato to him and said, "Damian, try this. I roasted it myself. It smells so good."
But later on, he had still given her up and married someone else.
Everyone had a city in their heart, filled with either sorrow or joy. And Shalma Hughes also had such a city in her heart, but hers was utterly devastated.
