After walking until she was tired, Wen Yi sat on the steps next to her, lost in thought, and rested.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt someone standing in front of her.
When I looked up, I could see the man's face from bottom to top.
He is truly handsome, with exquisite features that resemble works of art. Even from such a harsh angle, there is not a single flaw.
Her features were well-defined, with a pair of captivating, deep peach blossom eyes.
He squatted down in front of Wen Yi without saying a word.
Wen Yi didn't say anything, but tilted her head slightly and stared at him intently.
"Ah Xu," Wen Yi called softly.
"Um?"
“I’m not a good sister anymore,” Wen Yi suddenly said. “I not only schemed against my own sister, but I even schemed against my parents.”
"Then what?"
"I thought I would be happy, but suddenly I feel guilty. Am I... a saint?"
"No," Gu Huaixu replied affirmatively.
He tidied Wen Yi's messy hair. "You need recognition, but you don't need to scheme to get it. You need to do things well, and your parents will see your excellence sooner or later."
"But why did I end up like this?"
In Wen Yi's heart, family will always be family.
No matter what, she was born after her mother carried her for ten months and risked her life. Her life was given to her by her parents, and she will always owe them that life.
Wen Yi craves recognition and praise. If she hadn't been forced into a marriage in someone else's place, she would have remained unknown her whole life, as long as she was seen one day.
But she was to be married off to that devil in the Imperial Garden, and Wen Yi was so anxious that she started plotting against her own family.
This is the saddest thing for Wen Yi.
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