When in Los Angeles, Lu Yinxing had a rough start.
Because without a proper identity, and also because of her yellow skin.
In some places, she always faced discrimination and insults.
But during those days, Lu Yinxing never took those hurtful words to heart.
The humiliation endured over the past three years couldn't compare to Xia Ye's light remark.
Like a sharp knife, it easily carved a bloody mark over her heart.
If it were before, Lu Yinxing would have certainly lost control of her emotions by now.
Fortunately, in these three years away, the most she learned was endurance.
Lu Yinxing stubbornly held back her tears.
Imitating Xia Ye's cold tone, she said, "I'm afraid you won't get your wish."
Lu Yinxing even lifted her head to meet Xia Ye's eyes.
Their eyes locked.
Both could feel a fire burning deep within the other's eyes.
Mysteriously, Lu Yinxing felt that the flame in Xia Ye's eyes seemed to burn more fiercely.
