Gong Zhensen's disappointed figure disappeared from her line of sight.
Mo Yunqi finally collapsed into the chair, drained of strength.
Over the years, she had hated the people of the Gong Family to the extreme and feared them just as much...
Yet, that photograph of the young girl, it was evident to anyone that she was her daughter!
At this moment, she couldn't sit still for a minute longer.
The convent was very remote, and there was no cell phone signal. She hurried back to her room to change her clothes.
Taking advantage of the twilight, she left quietly...
The next morning, Chi Xiaoyu woke up very late, still in a daze.
She saw a pair of newlyweds holding hands, walking down the red carpet towards the end of the wedding. The bride was dressed in a pristine white wedding gown, and the groom was in a formal suit. Both of them had their backs to her as they walked toward the wedding hall.