After dropping Li Wei off at her school, Li Xue headed her way to Glamour World. Her eyes were staring out of the window, busy thinking about something. She looked at peace but only her inner self knew what turbulent waves she was feeling inside.
Though she has said that the truth of her birth has not fazed her, somewhere deep she knew that when learned about it, she felt the floor beneath her pulled away.
After all, which child would like to hear her mother's such hateful past? Who would like to know the woman who has birthed her would have such a low background that would lack dignity in all sense?
"Young Madam, is there something troubling you? Can I be of help?" Du Fan, who has been looking at her from the rearview mirror for a time now, asked. And his sudden call brought Li Xue out of her trance.
