In the courtyard with colorful flowers, a beautiful woman sat quietly, leisurely tasting tea and enjoying the flowers.

She raised her face, her face as egg white as jade porcelain, her facial features as delicate as carved, her delicate and flawless, her faint brows, her upright and her straight nose, and her two plump cherry lips were all impeccable.

She put on a light makeup and her eyeshadow was quite heavy, showing a mature beauty, but there was a hint of gloom and sadness hidden in her foggy eyes.

A white sweater could not hide her proud curves, and a long skirt on her lower body covered her beautiful legs.

She held the teacup, took a sip of the hot tea, swept around, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

The sadness between the eyebrows was diluted a lot.

She was in a great mood.

Her health has been cured, so she doesn't have to worry anymore. She becomes ugly because of chemotherapy. It would be better to let her die.

The annoying husband has left, and no one can disturb her anymore.

The annoying father fell down the stairs a few days ago and was paralyzed. He lay on the hospital bed. He was weak all day and had no energy to scold her.

I won't bother her anymore and let her get married again.

Her life suddenly became pure. After living for twenty-eight years, she had never been so relaxed and felt so free.

"What's wrong?"

Suddenly, she heard a burst of rapid footsteps. It was the housekeeper who hurriedly passed by, and she asked casually.


Chapter completed!