The cold morning air carried the scent of damp earth as Feng Ruoxi stood by the large window of the Jiang villa's study, her arms crossed over her chest. The golden rays of dawn spilled across the floor, but their warmth did little to thaw the ice that had settled deep in her chest.
The truth she had uncovered yesterday—the revelation that Feng Zhaoxuan was not her biological father—still echoed in her mind. The Pang brothers had admitted it, their words filled with hesitation and reluctant guilt. Her mother, Pang Yuwei, had already been pregnant when she married into the Feng family.
But who was her real father?
She exhaled slowly, tightening her grip around herself. The pieces of her past, once seemingly straightforward, now felt fragmented, scattered across a puzzle she had never realized she was solving.
