She had long understood the power of rumors spreading like wildfire—a lesson Xiao Man had experienced countless times. At first, she might have wanted to explain herself, but over time, she simply grew used to ignoring them.
"I believe in true love again!" The young girl cupped her hands together, grinning as she looked at her.
From that point on, Heather realized what their definition of "true love" was—it meant that even if her face was disfigured, Nian Shen would still love her unconditionally.
Thinking about this, Heather suddenly found it amusing and chuckled softly.
At that moment, her gaze fell on Nian Shen's back.
Standing close to six foot three, his physique was strong and commanding. Through his clothes, one could sense the sheer power of his presence. Coupled with the poise of an English gentleman, how could a man like him not captivate everyone? That, she thought, was probably the hardest question to answer.
