The contempt, disdain, and scorn in the eyes of those people had taken root in Lin Mengyao's heart. Every night her nightmares were filled with their laughter and the indifferent gaze of Xi Yemo.
Lin Mengyao stood up and numbly walked to the window, gazing at the busy scenery outside.
Her hand clung tightly to the windowsill, her teeth nearly biting through her lip, a glint of hatred sparking in her eyes.
Lan Xin Ai, it's all your fault.
I won't let you go.
...
"Ah, I wonder if Mengyao is doing well in Germany. She is the only child of the Lin family, I really feel guilty towards my younger brother." Elder Lady Xi sighed heavily as she noticed that Lin Mengyao had turned off the video. She knew Mengyao was afraid to see Xi Yemo.
"Grandma, look at what I bought."
Noticing that Xi Yemo was in a bad mood, Lan Xin Ai quickly took out some yarn from her bag to show Elder Lady Xi.