Ji Liruo listened to Xiao Anning's words; she could understand every word, but why couldn't she grasp their meaning when put together?
"What? You gave your favorite brocade bag to this venomous woman?" Commandery Princess Yong'an frowned, looking at Ji Liruo, who was still lying motionless on the ground, somewhat incredulous and somewhat enlightened. So that's why when the engagement was arranged, Ning'er did not object. But such a venomous woman, how could she be worthy of her Ning'er?
Ji Liruo felt as though all the blood in her body had frozen, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Was Xiao Anning, the Little Marquis, that person?
The one who encouraged her at her most desperate moment?
The one who brought her food when she was cold and hungry, who squatted in the corner of the wall with her, warming her small hands with his own?
