Jiang Xin walked out of the hospital, feeling a little out of sorts.
She was, of course, aware of the changes in herself.
Compared to before, Jiang Xin had become stronger, more decisive, and more resolute.
However, today Qin Dazhuang was also unlike his usual self.
The Qin Dazhuang who used to make her grit her teeth in hatred had left no trace behind this time.
Humans are truly mysterious creatures; the process of growing up turns out to be so complex.
Jiang Xin suddenly looked at the distant sky, her mood becoming very calm.
Perhaps now life was starting to become flavorful and interesting.
She returned to the tailor shop but saw Fang Xiaohui pacing outside her shop.
"Xiao Hui, why are you here?"
The last time Fang Xiaohui had saved her, Jiang Xin was still very grateful to her. After all, Fang Xiaohui did not choose to abandon her in her time of need, and for that, Jiang Xin was thankful.
Fang Xiaohui's face was a little pale.
