Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“Mom, am I really your daughter? Tell me. Am I? You always accused me of robbing everything from Yixuan. Have you ever thought about it? In reality, it was Xia Yixuan who has robbed me of everything. My childhood, my teens, and my present.”

She gave a bitter laugh. Ha, my mother. This is being a mother. Mum, are you only willing to see my suffering but not see my happiness?

“Mom, how do I feel every day after I married Chu Lui? Mom, do you know what kind of pain and aching I was in?

“No. You didn’t know. You never knew and never bothered to find out. Mom, everyone is made of flesh and blood. Everyone knew pain and aching. You always assume that I’m strong, which was why I don’t have the right to feel. Right?” Xia Ruoxin shook her head. Her eyes showed a kind of weakness which no one has seen before.

Shen Yijun was caught off-guard, even embarrassed by her confrontation. There were things that had nagged at her, but she never wanted to face them.

“Xia Ruoxin, you don’t deserve to be happy. Don’t forget that you owe Yixuan her life.” Shen Yijun picked up her bag and walked hurriedly out of the washroom. She had closed the door so hard that it closed with a loud bang.

Xia Ruoxin merely put her hands on her stomach and pressed hard. Must she die in order to compensate for the life she had owed Xia Yixuan?

She looked at her reflection. The elaborate makeup on her face was all messed up. She lowered her head, turned on the tap, and let the frigid water dripped on her fingertips.

She lowered her head. Tears fell drop by drop from her chin, and then they started flowing. She washed the excess makeup off her face and lifted her head to see her extremely pale complexion.

She knew she could never be a princess.

No amount of makeup could hide her badly-scarred heart as she wiped her tears off.

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Chu Lui had his hands on his lap. The auction had already sold five or six items, and there was a few more left. He lifted his wrist. The minute hand on his watch had moved a few more rounds. She had been gone for half an hour. Has something happened to that woman? Should he get someone to check on her?

“Cousin, are you getting worried?” Du Jingtang asked with pointed honesty as he observed the uneasiness that Chu Lui was displaying. He had ended the eye contest with someone.

Chu Lui’s expression was as aloof as before, but his actions had betrayed him. He kept glancing at his watch, not that he was counting the minutes. He was worried about some woman.

Chu Lui simply glanced ungratefully at Du Jingtang, and the latter cowered tightly. He was not blaming Chu Lui, but why was he receiving icy looks?

“Ah, coming. She’s coming, Cousin. Look.” He pointed in the direction behind Chu Lui. She was finally back. However, a man had the urge to snatch her.

“I’m sorry. You’ve waited for a long time.” Xia Ruoxin sat at her old seat. She had just reapplied a light layer of makeup on her pale face. At last, she had some color back.

“You cried.” Chu Lui narrowed his eyes as he lifted her chin gently with his fingers. Those were bloodshot eyes, as red as a rabbit’s. He already knew that she had indeed cried.

“No, I didn’t. It was the sand that went into my eyes, and they felt uncomfortable.” Xia Ruoxin shook her head with a faint smile. Then, she rubbed her eyes gently with her fingers to make it looked like sand had really gone in.