She bit her lip, each step more laborious and difficult than the last.
Ji Chicheng watched her until her petite figure turned around and disappeared from sight. Only then did he slowly bow his head and take the card Ji Anning had stuffed into his pocket.
A light blue cartoon-patterned card, it looked a bit old. His slender fingers pinched one corner of the card, trembling slightly as he flipped it over.
'Ji Anning'
Over the years, her handwriting hadn't changed at all—neat and clean, just like when she first entered the Ji Family, wearing that white dress with small blue flowers, her soft short hair, and straight bangs, naive and sweet.
Surrounded by a crowd, she blinked her bright eyes, a bit timid, a bit afraid, a bit puzzled, a bit curious.
How could she have known then that her parents had sold her, that she would no longer bear the last name Li, nor be the daughter of her biological parents?
