Slowly moving from the bed to the window, Yan Yexi felt the breeze blowing on her face. Listening to the lively peddling and human voices downstairs, her heart suddenly became sad.
Perhaps she was really on the verge of death, but after waking up for a few days, Yan Yexi had thought about many things. From the day she was called Huangfu Zui to the day she fought against Gu Daodao, many experiences like horse lamps replayed in her mind, allowing her to see her own luck, as well as her own impulsiveness, willfulness, and immaturity.
She was indeed a very lucky child, born in a very good family. When she was called Huangfu Yi, she learned a lot of useful things. With the support of the family, she could do whatever she wanted, and she could do anything she wanted. When she was called Yan Ye
