An Chuxue's nose felt a bit sour. Since she came to this world, she had been living in fear every day. Her family and friends from her past life were gone, and even having enough food and clothing had become a serious issue. She wandered around, without a single day of peace.
It wasn't until she met Han Jing that she finally felt a little sense of belonging. Now, facing Su Yaogeng who treated her so kindly, it reminded her of her mother from her previous life, but she could never go back.
"Thank you, Eldest Princess." An Chuxue's voice was involuntarily choked.
Su Yaogeng patted her hand: "Good child. There are no outsiders here; just call me Aunt Zheng."
Su Yaogeng was truly delighted because her Jing'er had finally made a friend. The girl's eyes were clean, and her nature was pure. She genuinely liked her.
