Ji Mofeng stood in the shadows, backlit so that his expression could not be discerned, but an icy aura exuded from his entire being.
It seemed he no longer harbored any feelings for Su Sumei.
Ji Weitian's eyes lowered, and it was as if Su Sumei's hysterical words in front of her echoed in her ears once more.
"Do you know why your father doesn't like you?"
"Because your face, it looks just like your mother's. Every time he sees you, he's reminded of the woman who abandoned him, preferring death over looking back…"
Ji Weitian unconsciously reached up to touch her own face.
Did she really look like her mother?
She had never seen a photo from her mother's life in the Ji Family Villa; the only photo she had come across was a small black and white one seen on a tombstone when she had gone to acknowledge her ancestors.
All she remembered was that the person in the photo had contours similar to hers, but as to how similar, she didn't know.
