"Hey, do you know? Actually, I'm not a spoiled and arrogant girl. When I was very young, my mom passed away, leaving me with only my dad by my side. He is my only family."
"Those hateful relatives were to blame for my mother's death when I was little... Otherwise, it wouldn't have..."
At this point, Zhang Yuyao couldn't help crying, and Wang Jie, standing next to her, froze, stupefied, not understanding why the girl was pouring out her woes to him. Silent, Wang Jie said nothing while Zhang Yuyao's tears fell even more fiercely, and soon she was sobbing.
"When I was little, my dad taught me to be strong and tough so that others wouldn't bully me. I was bullied by many people at a very young age."
"You have no idea what I've been through all these years."
