The night had grown deep.
Ji Yebai tucked Ning Xixi in, sighing imperceptibly in the silent night.
If there were a choice, he would willingly endure all the pain for Ning Xixi, but there was no such choice.
"Have sweet dreams, little piggy Ning. Whatever you want back, I will help you reclaim it one by one." He promised solemnly, gazing at her peaceful sleeping face.
...
Early in the morning, gossip was swirling around Muying High School.
"Have you heard? Ning Xixi isn't her father's biological daughter?!"
"Then hasn't she gone from rich princess to Cinderella?"
"Pfft, you didn't see the spectacle of the Song Family picking her up yesterday! She isn't any less than a rich princess, she seemed as noble as a princess, okay!"
In Class S.
Ning Xixi sat in her usual seat, where her clean and tidy desk was now scribbled with stains.
A black charcoal pen was used, drawing a chicken to mock her.
