Face Changer: Ugly Transformed

Chapter 383
"Grandpa, don't worry about me, Xiangping, I will definitely live up to grandpa's expectations." Xiangping sighed, she was blessed in the end, although she was unwilling, she could only obey.

The old man sighed regretfully, wanted to say something but couldn't open his mouth, and retreated with old steps.

"Ping'er, you have a good rest. Three days later, it will be your wedding day." Xiangping's mother took Xiangping's hand after the old man left, and said with regret: "Mother knows that I have wronged you." , Mother also knows that there is someone in your heart... But, you have been waiting for so long, and that man finally didn't come, and finally betrayed you..."

"Mother——" Xiangping suddenly interrupted her mother's words, the sadness in her eyes was replaced by anger, and it was the first time her mother saw her tenderly, with such a look in her eyes.

Xiangping also seemed to be aware of her gaffe, she paused, and restrained her emotions: "Mother, don't mention the past again, my daughter doesn't remember that incident anymore."

Xiangping's mother also seemed to realize that she had made a slip of the tongue and shut up.

After a moment of silence, Xiangping's mother said, "Mother Hong and I will go out first, and Ping'er will tell the servants if there is anything to do."

"Okay, mother, take your time." Xiangping stood up and saluted respectfully, and did not hold back.

"Ai——" Xiangping's mother sighed again, and walked out with Hong's mother. She turned her head and saw Xiangping's dazed expression, her eyes were full of reluctance, and more of it was helplessness. .

Xiangping's mother left, and Hong's mother carefully led her to the door.

She walked to the window alone, looking at the scorching sun outside the window, feeling unreasonably depressed.

After standing like this for a while, thin beads of sweat secreted from her forehead. She unconsciously took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped it gently.

Stains of sweat stained the purple silk handkerchief, and she took a strange pose.

She looked at the few lilac flowers in the corner of Zispa, which was a little deeper than the purple of Sipa, and she couldn't help losing her mind, and tears rolled down her eyes suddenly.

Her thoughts drifted again, to two years ago, to that market, where she met that man, and the indissoluble bond she had with this bead of lilacs.

(End of this chapter)