She still remembered her despair that night, no matter how much she knocked, Xie Jinya wouldn't open the door for her. She had cried until her throat went hoarse.
But no one could hear her despair.
As she wept desperately in the snow, what was An Mingyu doing? He was probably sleeping sweetly, lulled by Xie Jinya's tender coaxing.
Maybe it was because she had been frozen so severely that night, she caught a high fever afterward, but her heart had long since turned to ice.
Latterly, Xie Jinya and An Guosheng bought her many things to make it up to her and apologized, saying sorry, and she forgave them for each and every thing.
Over the years, she had acted as though she was close and inseparable from Xie Jinya and An Guosheng, as if she had long forgotten those past events.
She had disguised it so well that Xie Jinya and An Guosheng thought she had forgotten all about those events. However, how could she possibly forget those injuries?
