When the Luo family found me, I was by the roadside telling fortunes. Mrs. Luo was dressed in elegant finery. When she saw me in clothes fit for a beggar, a flicker of disgust crossed her face and vanished almost at once. She wrapped my hand in a handkerchief and cried, “Are you Qingyu? I’m your mother. I’ve finally found you.” I followed her back to the Luo residence. The Luo family’s eldest son put his arm around the fake heiress and shouted at me, saying he would only ever recognize Luo Rou as his sister. Seeing the black aura swirling above their heads, I smiled. The Luo family’s fortune had run out.
