Seventeen years later, Songcheng
A slender girl, hands in her pockets, happily humming a tune as she walked down the street.
She wore a loose white T-shirt and jeans. Her twenty-one-year-old face was exquisite and beautiful, with almond eyes and rosy cheeks, lips red and teeth white, just like a young Bai Xiao.
However, compared to Bai Xiao's lively personality, Ye Weining was much more composed.
She didn't like to smile, didn't like to talk, didn't like wearing skirts, nor did she keep long hair—year after year of tomboy hairstyles.
The wind blew, stirring her thick black hair, revealing her fair ears. The black object worn on her ears glimmered faintly in the sunlight—it was her cochlear implant.
Seventeen years have passed, and her ears could never be healed. Luckily, she got used to it. Since childhood, she wore the implant and attended school with normal kids, training martial arts with her brothers.
