Jiang Fei is still dressed in a black suit, with a black trench coat draped over it. Her stride carries an air of command, her eyes are sharp and callous, and she barely cracks a smile, invoking fear in others.
Yet, Jiang Ruan narrows her eyes with a smile, leaning against the wall to observe her.
Seeing Jiang Fei as she is now, her feelings run deep.
Who could have thought that such a powerful, career-driven woman was, eight years ago, an autistic girl who had been left to roam the streets?
When she had first met Jiang Fei, it was the dead of winter, with heavy snow falling.
This girl, three years her senior, had been so thin that she was practically skeletal. Curled up under the eavesin a corner, her body was covered in frostbite wounds, on the brink of death due to the harsh winter weather.
At that time, she had just moved to Nanwan two years ago.
