That time in Hong Kong, when I attended the party, Fu Yanlin had intended to introduce Jiang Ruxin to Wen Sheng.
But that night, she drank too much and missed the opportunity.
Wen Sheng, with her chin propped in her hand, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, cast the silhouette of two delicate fans, "Uncle Jiang is genuinely nice, without putting on any airs at all. Seeing Jiajia now cherished by both a father and brother, I also feel happy for her."
Every time Wen Sheng remembered Zhu Qingjia's childhood hardships, her heart would ache relentlessly.
Back then, they would huddle together for warmth and encourage each other.
In the period when Qingjia's father had just been arrested, she washed her face with tears daily, scarcely daring to take even half a step outside her home. The rumors and the insistence of the deceased's family nearly crushed her.
