Returned to their lodgings, everyone went to rest.
Shee Weizhu said, "Junior Brother, I have something to tell you."
Lin Feng nodded, and Shee Weizhu entered Lin Feng's room, her complexion changing unpredictably.
Lin Feng naturally knew she probably wanted to talk about something that had happened years ago.
But evidently, those events, for Shee Weizhu, were memories she wished not to recount.
And those memories seemed to involve Jin Zhengkai.
Lin Feng, feeling heartbroken, gently touched Shee Weizhu's exquisitely beautiful face and said, "Whatever it is, you can tell me. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."
Shee Weizhu nodded slightly before she finally spoke, "I was once sold as a slave."
"Slave?" Lin Feng frowned slightly.
Shee Weizhu covered her face, tears streaming down involuntarily.
Lin Feng, his heart aching, pulled Shee Weizhu into his arms as she trembled and said, "Junior Brother, will you look down on me?"
