Wei Zhijuan was actually selfish.
Perhaps every woman had a Cinderella dream, the stunning beauty at 12 of the clock, and the favor of a prince.
Guo Wuying was far superior to her in looks, temperament, and knowledge, and Xian Yijun had absolutely no interest in her at all. Since she only played a few songs on behalf of Guo Wuying, she knew very well that she would not surprise anyone, but in her heart, she still hoped that Xian Yijun would more or less have a change of heart toward her.
But fairy tales were fairy tales after all.
Inside the cab, Wei Zhijuan looked at the busy night sky of H City, which was full of neon flashes. This city which had been dominated by the Xian Family, was a bustling and prosperous trading city in the southern province of China.
Perhaps this lifestyle was really not suitable for her.
Wei Zhijuan leaned against the open window. Her hair was disheveled and blown by the wind as she was lost in her thoughts.
