When everyone fell asleep, Xia Xiaoluo was still standing at the window. She looked at the bright moon in the sky quietly. Although Ouyang Feng no longer asked her the question, Xia Xiaoluo couldn’t help thinking about it.

“What am I thinking about?” Xia Xiaoluo said to herself.

Was it more important to revenge for my mother and me? Or was it more important to cherish the blood relationship? If her father, who had treated her bad, was really expelled to death, ...