No.
She didn't feel aggrieved, not in the slightest, nor did she have any inclination to cry.
On the contrary, it was only a series of shivers that rattled her body—trembles of cold laughter that seemed to permeate from her bones, desperate to burst forth.
For what reason?
It all boiled down to a single word: money.
The other party thought her shabby, considered her poor and powerless, and thus unworthy of their Xiao Family's grand doors. She shouldn't reminisce about how things once were—no, once someone comes into money, their very nature changes. They believe themselves no longer of that world and cannot allow anyone from that world to enter, lest they be constantly reminded of their past self.
She understood the thoughts of the old crocodile and Madam Xiao.
How could she not?
People like Aunt Qiu, weren't they the same? Gu Nuan had watched her since childhood and knew all too well what was going on.
These grudges and gratitude amongst people were all there was to it.
