The windows and doors around her were clearly closed, but at this moment, Gu Yunzhen felt the cold wind outside blow at her face like a knife.
She felt a faint chill rise under her feet.
The faces of Madam Murong, Murong Yong, Old Madam Murong, Murong Hui, Liu Muyu, and the others flashed past her eyes. Suspicion rose in her heart as she speculated on the various possibilities behind this.
For a moment, she could not help but think of the plays and scripts she had seen in the past. Keywords like "first love", "cinnabar mole", "family encounters change", "deep love", "involuntary love" and "substitute" filled her thoughts.
"A substitute," Gu Yunzhen muttered. She seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be asking Gu Yanfei, "Am I a substitute?"
