In the photo, the little girl wearing a denim jumpsuit has a defiant expression, with undisguised hostility between her brows.
Her eyes are full of hatred and indifference toward the world.
Bai Su felt a sharp tug at his heart as he looked.
Fu Liang, however, was used to it; compared to the photo, he had experienced Rong Zhi's darkest days firsthand.
She was like a hedgehog, guarding against others while shutting herself off.
This situation persisted until the arrival of Fu Yaoyao and Xu Ningxing.
By then, Rong Zhi had grown a bit, her cold hostility had subsided, leaving only a layer of chill.
But undeniably, every girl in the photo was as beautiful as a porcelain doll.
Fu Liang watched, his eyes gradually growing moist, "Zhi Zhi has been unlucky since childhood. I thought when she came to Beijing to find her family, those people would treat her well. Who knew..."
