She didn't dare to look up and meet people's eyes, so she could only lower her head and follow Leng Mohan closely. She was worried about how Leng Mohan would react if she made the slightest mistake.

Luo Jiaojiao's campus life was once filled with gloom and she was regarded as a thorn in the eyes of girls of the same age.

Those harsh words, like invisible arrows, pointed directly at her most vulnerable heart.

They slandered her eyes as being alluring, so she never dared to look up at people, especially men. She always kept her eyes lowered for fear that others would misunderstand her eyes.

Luo Jiaojiao felt very aggrieved. She was obviously innocent, yet she was being accused without reason.

Leng Mohan naturally also noticed the sharp and cold looks everyone gave Luo Jiaojiao.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, frightening everyone around him. Those who were originally staring at Luo Jiaojiao now looked away, not daring to look him in the eye.

The crowd consciously made way for him, as if he was the savior who led Luo Jiaojiao out of trouble. Leng Mohan took Luo Jiaojiao's hand and left.

Leng Mohan's steps were firm and powerful, and Luo Jiaojiao could only jog to barely keep up.

Realizing this, Leng Mohan slowed down his pace slightly, silently accommodating Luo Jiaojiao's pace. Luo Jiaojiao felt this silent care, and a warm current surged in her heart. She raised her head and secretly glanced at Leng Mohan, only to see that his broad back looked even more resolute in the sunset.

She lowered her head quickly, not daring to look any further, fearing that she would attract criticism from others. After all, she was just a penniless orphan, and it was unbelievable that she could marry a gifted child like Leng Mohan.

They walked silently along the way, Luo Jiaojiao kept her head down, following closely behind Leng Mohan. She didn't dare to slack off, for fear that a small move of hers would cause unnecessary trouble.

Zhou Wenwen, as the daughter of the group leader, not only has a high status, but she also has a deep love for Leng Mohan.

If Leng Mohan had chosen Zhou Wenwen, his life path might have been smoother and less tortuous.

However, Leng Mohan chose to rely on his own strength to move forward and married this orphan. Luo Jiaojiao also knew that the only thing she could show off was her outstanding appearance.

Luo Jiaojiao, because of her appearance, suffered a lot of trouble in school. Girls were jealous of her because of her beauty, and boys tried to attract her attention by bullying her.

She was troubled by her appearance and also worried about her weak character.

Leng Mohan led Luo Jiaojiao to stop in front of the courtyard gate. Luo Jiaojiao was so absorbed in thinking that she bumped into Leng Mohan's back without noticing.

"Ouch!" Luo Jiaojiao covered her forehead and cried out in pain.

"Have you seen the road?" Leng Mohan turned his head, frowned slightly, and looked at Luo Jiaojiao's painful expression. He gently took her hand away, only to see that her forehead was already red.

"I'm fine, really. It doesn't hurt anymore." Luo Jiaojiao was afraid that he would blame her, so she explained hurriedly.

"Really?" Leng Mohan looked at her forehead again, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

Luo Jiaojiao frowned slightly. Although she still felt a little pain, she knew it would pass soon. She looked up and met his gaze. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, which made her feel awed and dared not hide or lie.

It seemed that under the gaze of these eyes, any lie seemed so pale and powerless. So she chose to remain silent and to be honest. Anyway, the pain would soon stop.