Perhaps in the eyes of others, she was the third young mistress of the Ye Family, one of Shengjing's six great elite families, dazzlingly brilliant, but she never was!
In school, she rarely talked about her family matters, and among her dormmates, only Ning Xiaoxiao often showed concern for her, but even then, she shared very little. Because of the modesty of her daily life, they probably assumed she came from a less affluent family, and later, perhaps out of fear of hurting her pride, they seldom brought it up again.
Xiaoxiao often looked at her with eyes full of sympathy, but Ye Liangyan couldn't be bothered to explain. How others saw her really didn't matter to her.
Life was her own, and as long as she felt she was living well, that was enough.
Before long, she finished her instant noodles and got up to wash the lunchbox.
As she opened the door, a figure stumbled in.
It collided right with the lunchbox in her hands.
With a "clang," the lunchbox fell to the ground.
