Meng Xi'er lowered her head slightly, looking at her own wrist, where there was a pinch mark, a result of Lu Yebai holding her wrist and pinning her onto the counter.
The bruise on her fair skin seemed particularly harsh.
She closed her eyes, hiding the welling feelings of injustice and anger within her heart. If her dignity could save Meng Zichen, she was willing to personally tramp on it. The only thing she wished to hold onto in her life was something that others perceived as insignificant. For some, dignity might be an optional triviality, but for her, it was something she wanted to preserve with all her might. She didn't want to disappoint her deceased parents, nor did she want to hit such a low point in her life that a hundred years later, they would find out about the precious daughter they cherished since her infancy.
However, life never gave her a chance to breathe. It was ruthlessly mocking her naivety.
