If you didn't mention it, you'd never guess that the woman in front of you is already a mother. She looks no different from a girl of eighteen or nineteen.
Big eyes, rosy lips, a straight and delicate nose, skin as smooth as whipped cream, and eyes as clear as a still pond, free from any impurities—it's hard to imagine she's a single mother struggling to make ends meet, carrying a baby around. She exudes an air of someone who accepts her fate with cheerfulness.
Tsk, she actually owes a debt to Huo Zhenyang, that tyrant?
Working two jobs to repay the debt, she can't rest day or night, which suggests she owes quite a bit.
Even though they weren't destined to be together, Jiayi was very familiar with Huo Zhenyang's temperament; when he's cold, he doesn't cut any slack even if the other party is a woman.
For some reason, up to this point, Fang Yao's anger towards Jiayi had completely dissipated, replaced entirely by sympathy.
