The blows that Teresa had suffered in succession were nothing compared to the blow she was feeling at this moment. She had just witnessed Fu Xing carefully carrying Lin Fu into the mansion, and the memories of the past surged into her mind like a tide.
Teresa felt as if she had returned to her childhood, a time when Flora shone brightly and she was always left to stand in a dark corner, unseen.
Nobody cared about her, nobody respected her, and certainly, nobody ever pursued her, cherished her, or doted on her.
She was so weak, so insignificant.
In front of Flora, she could never lift her head.
She thought she had moved out of the shadow of her childhood, but now she realized that she had never left it behind; she was still living in those childhood days.
Just like now, she could only stand on her room's balcony, hiding behind the curtains, looking out in the direction of the main building from afar.
