Yan Xixi offered a faint smile.
All eyes turned to her, including those of Zhou Ting, who was standing behind Zhou Xiaoxuan. This was the first time Zhou Ting had seen Yan Xixi in a public setting, and the shock was overwhelming.
Could this woman before her—with her mermaid-like figure and exquisitely flawless features—truly be the same haggard, scar-faced Yan Xixi from that day?
Zhou Ting's first encounter with Yan Xixi had been at Wan Donglin's home. At that time, Yan Xixi's head was wrapped in bandages, her face was still stained with dried blood, and her eyelids drooped heavily. Even the two or three tenths of her original beauty that remained were entirely consumed by her despair and haggard state.
After that one encounter, Zhou Ting had always wondered: How could Wan Donglin possibly be attracted to such a woman? She's truly nothing special. Beating and scolding her would be perfectly normal.
