Cui Lingyao could tell this was a pointed reminder: she had a fiancé and shouldn't forget it.
Chen Minrou knew Xie Jinbai's men had invited her.
And she knew they had been alone together for a long time.
'She's standing up for me—the me who died three years ago.'
Cui Lingyao's heart ached with emotion. Seeing Chen Minrou's colorless complexion and remembering she didn't have long to live, the pain became almost unbearable.
She pressed her lips together. "Madam, you should be taking care of your own health."
Chen Minrou, who had been about to offer another few words of warning, froze.
The girl before her was only in her teens, with skin like snow and a face like a flower, standing there gracefully. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were faintly red, shimmering with a thin layer of unshed tears.
The gaze she directed at Chen Minrou was filled with heartache.
