Xu Yue slowly clenched her hand and laughed at herself. "I..."
A delicate hand appeared in front of her, "Welcome to the third class."
Xu Yue looked up in surprise. She saw the girl's starry eyes and friendly smile. The missing part of her heart was slowly filled.
She was moved for some reason.
"Thank you..."
She admitted that her identity wasn't legitimate and her mother's methods were dishonest and shameful, so she was often singled out and ignored in the upper society.
Everyone despised her and looked down on her identity as an illegitimate daughter. And it did not change much even after her mother officially became Mrs. Xu.
So, when Song Jingwan offered an olive branch and was willing to be her friend, she dived in headfirst. She was desperate for acknowledgment and Song Jingwan was a well-known heiress.
She was talented and gentle.
