But her status was a reality. Even though the Pei Family didn't care much for family reputation, she could never be the most suitable Young Madam of the Pei Family.
All that wealth and splendor.
She never coveted it, never asked for anything.
Living for years under other people's roofs, she no longer wanted to feel that inequality.
In her aunt's house, at least her aunt was always there to protect her.
This sense of kinship barely gave her any security, let alone something as fanciful as love.
Besides, the difference in status between her and Pei Jingchuan was enormous.
The ringing of the phone interrupted her thoughts. She glanced at it; it was Chen Ting calling.
She answered the call, and massaged her forehead.
A clear voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with concern.
"Yuzhu, how's your leg? Did that man send you home?"
