For That Person in Her Heart

Meng Xintong felt anger rising from within her as she stared at the palm print on Zhou Pingyu's face. She looked closer at it and asked him, "How are you? Does it hurt a lot? This is all my fault—"

"Don't worry. I'm alright. I'm glad it didn't hit you." Zhou Pingyu looked at Meng Xintong and shook his head. The only thing that made his heart ache was that she actually lived her life in such conditions. No matter what, he was going to take her away from the Meng family.

Meng Xintong turned back to Master Meng and raised her voice. "Father, since I was young, no matter how you scolded, beat, or neglected me, I've never complained. Even when I've grown up, you've never seen me as your daughter. I'm just an item for sale, always assessing me to see how much value I have. I've always endured, and I was always lonely. Finally, I met Pingyu, and only he cared and doted on me, but you hit him. Who are you to hit him? What right do you have to do such a thing?"