Sun Jiahui stared at Fang Fang, her eyes wide.
At last, she could not help reaching out to feel her forehead.
This girl... had she been hurt that badly?
She still hadn't gotten over it!
But Fang Fang pulled Sun Jiahui's hand away. "Auntie! I don't have a fever! I'm perfectly clearheaded!"
Sun Jiahui stared steadily at Fang Fang for a long moment.
"Never mind! I've been too impatient! There's no need to rush your marriage! We can talk about it when someone more suitable comes along!"
Sun Jiahui did not stay long. She hurried away.
Fang Fang looked so delicate and meek, but she was more headstrong than anyone.
Ever since Fang Fang had drugged Gu Zheng, Tan Qingru had cut off all contact with Sun Jiahui as well.
Sun Jiahui had regretted it ever since, hating herself for not stopping Fang Fang.
Now they would not become relatives, and they could no longer even be friends!
That connection had been severed completely.
Clearly, the girl still had not gotten over it. She was still dreaming!
If Sun Jiahui introduced her to someone else now, who knew what trouble she might stir up again!
Watching Sun Jiahui leave, Fang Fang merely smiled.
She knew Sun Jiahui did not believe her, but she had no intention of explaining everything to her.
If she explained too much, Sun Jiahui would be frightened!
She turned to look at her family's cramped courtyard, the crowded rooms, and... her own frame bed in the corner of the living room, which was only unfolded at night.
Her mother would soon return with her younger brother and start ordering her around, making her do one chore after another, before berating her for refusing to listen to her elders and marry that factory director who was almost