"Do you honestly believe your life can buy back the reputation of the Xiao family, or my reputation?"
Jiang Yue's face paled, and for a moment she was at a complete loss. Of course she could not compare; she was merely a maid, a drifting duckweed who closed her eyes tonight only to wonder if she would wake up tomorrow, unable to command even her own life.
If she truly died, her parents' fate unknown, and Xingxing still unconscious, she feared the only person left in this world who would shed a tear of grief for her would be Sister Hong Yuan.
Chapter 89