Sunlight scattered across the river's surface, like shattered stars.
Wang Xue's gaze was icy as she looked at Lin Nianhe.
She used to be quite pretty. Born in the Land of Fish and Rice in Jiangnan, even when quarreling with her stepmother, she retained a gentle demeanor.
But that was all in the past. The sun had darkened her skin, the Northwest winds had cracked her face, and even her hair no longer had the glossy black sheen it once did.
She hadn't looked at herself in the mirror properly for a long time. Perhaps, since moving to the countryside, she had never again looked in a mirror. Whenever she caught her reflection in the water tank, she'd hastily avoid it, terrified of seeing herself clearly.
At this moment, looking at Lin Nianhe's fair, delicate face, she frowned and said again, "Lin Nianhe, you really don't understand anything."
