Especially when it snowed, the cold wind mixed with thick snowflakes hit her face, and she had no warm clothes on her body. Back then, she couldn't even find a place to shelter from the cold.
Her nose tingled, and her eyes actually reddened.
Those past events were better left unrecalled.
Even to this day, she didn't know how she had survived. If she hadn't met Nie Chenglang, she might have frozen to death on the streets of Paris by now.
Now, not to mention washing vegetables, she could do all of those odd jobs that others could do.
Shen Chi's sharp eyes stared intently at her face, detecting the slight changes on it.
Although Xu Chaomu was bowing her head, washing vegetables seriously, he still felt it.
He turned her shoulders to face him and looked into her eyes with a stern voice, "Xu Chaomu, tell me, did you suffer a lot during those five years in Paris?!"
A trace of sourness slid over her heart, and she suppressed all the bitterness inside.
