"I heard your mother was sick, is she better now?"
The RV drove steadily on the roads of Jiangzhou, and the setting sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window cast mottled shadows through the glass.
Ming Xin was stunned when she heard this and smiled politely, "Thank you for your concern, Master Zhou. My mother is almost fully recovered."
"That's good." Zhou Zhengru's gaze on Ming Xin held a hint of restrained heartache.
This optimistic and strong girl had such a tragic past, but fortunately, her life has taken a turn for the better now.
Ming Xin looked away and gazed at the scenery outside the window.
She had been through it before and knew too well what Zhou Zhengru's gaze meant.
She once gave her whole heart but was met with merciless betrayal until her death.
Back then, that man seemed even more chivalrous and considerate than Zhou Zhengru, but what was the outcome?
Heaven pitied her and gave her the chance to start anew; she would never gamble on a man's sincerity again.