Although Xia Ji's body felt somewhat weak, she was the kind of person who would never allow herself to fall.
The resentment in her gaze had yet to dissipate as she stood by the lakeside, dressed in red that accentuated her pale skin, so pale it was almost glaring. Despite the darkening sky, amidst the faint light source, her breathtaking beauty still astounded anyone who looked.
She was very tall, and standing there at that moment, she exuded a sense of solitary detachment from the world.
The corners of her lips curled into a mocking smile.
How could she not have thought it?
From the very beginning, she had considered it all.
She knew more than anyone else that her father never desired high status or wealth. He was proud of her, yet worried for her. What he hoped for was that she could have a happy, fulfilling life. In his hopes, she should find a reliable man to marry, have adorable children, and become a contented woman.
