Over the following days, thanks to the care of the Yang Family, Wang Xiangxiang ate well, slept well, and was much more spirited. Her movents beca unrestricted, and she often strolled around the courtyard, occasionally lying on Xiaoxiao’s sunbed to bask in the sun.
The family was very happy to see Wang Xiangxiang recover so quickly. After repeated assurances from her, the family stopped watching over her and resud their daily activities, bringing life back to normal.
However, Xiaoxiao was worried about the now-changed Wang Xiangxiang; the lively and cheerful girl she once knew had disappeared.
Now, Wang Xiangxiang often sat quietly by herself, lost in thought. Though she was still beautiful, exuding a classic elegance, she was no longer the girl Xiaoxiao used to know and adore, the one who was always chirping and chatting.
"Sister, are you troubled by sothing?" Xiaoxiao, following the family’s lead, now dropped the formal address prefixed by Wang.
Wang Xiangxiang shook her head. Troubled? She couldn’t express it.
"Sister, I am worried about you, you’re not as cheerful as before."
Wang Xiangxiang pretended to be her old self and twirled around for Xiaoxiao, her lips curving into a gentle smile, "Isn’t this good too?"
"..." This version of Wang Xiangxiang filled Xiaoxiao with sorrow. No, it was not good at all. Holding Wang Xiangxiang’s hand and staring into her eyes, she said, "Sister, let’s take our revenge. Let’s find those thugs who bullied you."
Wang Xiangxiang was stunned by Xiaoxiao’s words. These days, her stifling state of mind had made her despondent, and she had completely forgotten about the thugs who said she had offended soone. She had to find out who the mastermind was, or else she and her brother would face danger again.
Her eyes beca clear and resolute. She grasped Xiaoxiao’s hand and affirmatively said, "Yes, we’ll take our revenge."
She pulled Xiaoxiao back to the room, "Xiaoxiao, let’s go to your room, I rember their faces."
The two went straight to Xiaoxiao’s room without a word. Wang Xiangxiang sat there, focused on drawing. Soon, she had sketches of ten robust n ready.
This was Xiaoxiao’s first ti seeing Wang Xiangxiang’s drawing skills, and she was amazed. Her talent could rival those of modern artists.
"Xiaoxiao, these are the n."
Xiaoxiao took the drawings, "Sister, you are so amazing, you can actually draw."
Wang Xiangxiang smiled, "I’m not so useless."
Xiaoxiao took the drawings and rushed out, leaving Wang Xiangxiang to wonder what the hurry was.
Xiaoxiao ran out the door and went straight to Han Yongsheng, handing him the drawings, "Help see if these are the n?"
Han Yongsheng took the drawings, astonished, "These are the n who bullied Miss Wang that day. Where did these drawings co from?"
Xiaoxiao snatched the drawings back and said, "She drew them."
After speaking, she returned to the room. Now that she had confirmation, it was ti to find them.
Han Yongsheng was left alone in the room, stunned. She drew them?
To think that in such circumstances, she could still rember their faces and draw them so accurately—he was once again impressed by her talent.
Over these days, he had observed her, and the swelling on her face had subsided, revealing her original beauty.
How many more facets of her did he not know? This woman was stirring his curiosity.
He even harbored the thought that, had he accepted Guo Feng’s suggestion to marry her, she wouldn’t have had to face her current plight.
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