One week later,
Ruan Ji finally returned to the university, as she bid goodbye to her Grandfather, Ruan Ji turned around and entered the gate.
The sun was warm, but the stares she received were cold.
Whispers started to follow her across the campus like shadows. Judging eyes lingered on her limp, Ruan Ji rolled her wheelchair all the way by herself without taking anyone's help, and the soft click of her wheels echoed on the tiled corridor. Pity laced with venom. Some gasped. Others laughed. And a few, those who thought themselves bold didn't even bother to whisper.
"I heard she was disowned. Illegitimate, apparently."
"Tch. Look at her acting like she still belongs here."
"Didn't Ye Nuan say her mother was just a mistress?"
"Who lets a cripple inherit anything anyway?"
Ruan Ji didn't bother to listen to the nonsensical words being whispered around her.
