Looking at Ye Tianxin under the scorching sun, Yao Yaoyao suddenly smiled. She wanted to be good friends with her. When she had a good-hearted, sunny friend like Ye Tianxin, she could forget her insignificant sadness.
She just felt like life was simply unfair.
Why did the person who had done the bad deeds stand on the high ground and be respected by millions of people? Why should her poor, innocent grandfather be taken away by death? Why didn't that scumbag die instead?
Yao Yaoyao's voice was very soft as she said, "Tianxin, let me tell you a story..."
