"Release Xihe!"
The woman dressed in mourning clothes shouted sorrowfully and loudly.
As she spoke, with tears in her eyes, she fixed a steady gaze on Qin Xin, a gaze full of emotions of reunion after a long separation from her old sweetheart, yet constrained by the danger that lay before them.
When Qin Xin turned back to see, he was slightly surprised: "Sara..."
The sweet and proud little princess of the Wolff Family, always in puffy skirts, floral dresses, and princess gowns, carrying delicate handbags and wearing pretty hats, how has she now become so plain and thin?
She had lost at least twenty pounds, her collarbones protruded, her eye sockets deeply sunken, combined with her mourning attire, she looked extraordinarily pitiable.
Only the pride embedded in the bones of a noble family's daughter remained.
