In the hospital.
Wenxing lay on the bed, eating fruit peacefully.
At this moment, the door opened. She glanced at the person who came in but showed no reaction, continuing to gnaw on her apple.
Wen Rou, seeing Wenxing looking so content, stood at the door with her arms crossed, a smile on her pretty face.
"Sister, you have such good skills, pretending to be pitiful in front of Grandpa."
Wenxing lazily rolled her eyes, not bothering to argue with Wen Rou.
Wen Rou looked at Wenxing's face, which had been surgically altered to resemble Mù Qiānxún, and clicked her tongue twice: "I didn't expect your love for Ou Zun to run so deep, going through plastic surgery and pretending to be weak. If I had known you had the same goal as I did, I would have aided you and Ou Zun back then, and things wouldn't have ended up like this."
Though they came from different groups, both Wen Rou and Wenxing had the same goal.
Their purposes were so clear that neither would back down for the other.
