Sr. Gu, rápido, a amada que desapareceu voltou!

This was the second time in her life that the stunning Su Qiuyu had been mobbed.

Bruised and swollen, she sat in the corridor outside the police station lobby, her head lowered as she replied to messages on her phone.

On one end was her mother, hounding her to pay a bill as if her life depended on it; on the other was her furious, frantic boss.

The culprit who had caused her to be beaten so miserably sat right beside her—a little girl not yet four years old.

Xiaotao rested her chin in her hands, her beautiful large eyes staring infatuatedly at Su Qiuyu's face, unable to look away.

The beautiful sister's hair was incredibly thick, her black locks gathered into a ponytail that fell softly and lightly against her slender neck, resembling the ribbons wrapped around the gifts Xiaotao received on her birthday.

Stray strands framed her cheeks, and the sunlight outside gilded her sharp, delicate profile with a soft golden glow, making her look exactly like a beautiful princess from a fairy tale.

Except, there were so many bruises and blood clots on her face, standing out in stark contrast against her translucent, snow-white skin.

Feeling sorry for her, Xiaotao reached out her hand, wanting to rub the bruises. "Beautiful sister..."

Su Qiuyu quickly dodged and looked down at her coldly.

Xiaotao said pitifully, "I was wrong. Will you forgive me, please?"

The little girl was fair, translucent, and exquisitely fashionable. Her eyes, in particular, reminded Su Qiuyu of her older sister.