After comforting her mother, Xiang Wan finally had time to take care of her wound.
Zhang Ma disinfected the cut on her forehead while shedding tears.
Xiang Wan smiled and comforted her, "I'm fine, Zhang Ma. Please don't cry."
Zhang Ma harbored a deep resentment but couldn't blame An Yunhua, whose mind was not clear, so she attributed Xiang Wan's current predicament to the instigator of that disaster: "That damned thing not only killed the master, but also turned the madam into this state. When the second master finds him, a thousand cuts wouldn't be enough to satisfy the hatred!"
Xiang Wan didn't respond, just in case... just in case, what if that person was Zuo Xingyun?
At first, she too believed it was him, even was certain it was his doing, but as time passed, her doubts grew, and she began to trust.
But before the truth emerges, who could really be sure?
In just over a year, she had grown up so much and learned not to judge people by appearances.
