"Miss Xue Lin, you came. I have been waiting."
"Let me meet her," Xue Lin urged. "Also, don't tell her who I am. Just say that I want to be a friend of hers."
"Okay, I will do that." Madam Zhao took Xue Lin to her daughter's room.
She put on a smile and announced with a loving voice, "Honey, look who came to meet you. Her name is Xue Lin. She wants to be your friend."
However, she got no response from her daughter.
A pale, sickly girl was sitting on the bed, staring outside the window with a blank expression.
She had short hair. If it wasn't for her chest and previously knowing that she was a girl, Xue Lin would think of her as a boy.
Every time Madam Zhao saw her precious daughter with a blank expression, her heart twisted painfully.
Xue Lin silently patted her shoulder and then walked into the room. She looked around the room.
Madam Zhao's daughter seemed to like pink. She was like a pampered princess.
