She was lively and innocent, kind and adorable, unwilling to speak out even when wronged.
Standing up, a young boy dressed in dark green satin with eyes bright as stars walked towards her, concerned: "Qingxi, did something happen? Your face, what happened?"
The little girl stretched out her delicate hand, touched her face through the cloud-patterned cicada-wing veil, and gave a bitter smile, filled with misery: "Changnian, don't ask so much. You can't help me; you can't deal with that arrogant person."
Without naming them directly, you already know who it is.
The daughter of the Chief of Staff, the extremely arrogant third young lady of the Ye Mansion.
Li Changnian thought of this imperious girl, his face turned livid. He suspected that she would even dare to hit him, the current Crown Prince. His gaze returned to the veil on the petite girl's face, and he roughly guessed what happened.
With fists clenched, some things are bearable, some things are not.
