Inside the room, Tong Xiaoxiao sat by the window, gazing into the distant moonlight, a faint trace of sorrow surfacing in her almond-shaped eyes.
She lowered her head to look at the glass plum blossom hairpin in her hand, her eyes filled with a complex mix of helplessness, joy, and sadness. Wasn't this the most meaningful gift Rufeng had ever given her? She still remembered that afternoon when he had placed this plum blossom hairpin in her hair.
His expression gentle and focused, as if it were just yesterday!
If her grandfather hadn't been ill, she wouldn't have come back. Would that mean she and Rufeng wouldn't have been separated?
If she hadn't returned, she wouldn't have accepted the family's legacy, nor achieved the purity of the Ninth Grade Cold Ice Exquisite Body. Would they still have forced her into marriage?
Actually, regardless of whether she accepted the legacy or not, the moment Nangong Mingmo laid his eyes on her, he had already decided to possess her.
