What a Pretty Lady

The two men couldn't insist on staying since they didn't want Yan Yan to be so agitated that it affected her recovery process, so they left reluctantly. 

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It was early autumn.

A white BMW sedan pulled up in front of Mang Village just as it was getting dark.

Lin Ziya pursed her lips after she got off the car and the setting sun made her silhouette seem extremely long. 

She kept blinking her bright and clear eyes as though she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

She couldn't believe that Shaoqian had lived in such a remote and desolate village for nine years.

What was wrong with this place? It looked extremely backward!

Her impression of local villages was of pretty bungalows that dotted the horizon. She did not expect to see such low-rise mud houses all around Mang Village with only one or two red-brick buildings that barely had any furnishings.