Chu Zhiyi's mood had been disturbed three times already, and the joy of browsing the Mid-Autumn Festival market had faded.
In the middle of the market, the prominent families from the village had set up a lantern tower adorned with many riddles. Anyone who guessed them correctly could take one of the lanterns home.
Because of this, the area was crowded with people.
Unconsciously, Chu Zhiyi found herself next to the throng, looking up at the impressive lantern tower.
Beautiful.
If it weren't for what had just happened, she might have been admiring the lanterns with Yan Jingting right now.
Now, all the atmosphere was gone.
The more Chu Zhiyi thought about it, the more suffocated she felt.
Was it her fault that she was beautiful?
Was she supposed to disfigure the face her parents had given her just so others wouldn't covet her?
Chu Zhiyi angrily stomped on a pebble, only to hurt the sole of her foot, sucking in a breath of cold air and hopping around in pain.