I ran a wonton stall and raised a young master who had fallen on hard times.
But young masters do not stay fallen forever.
He was a wealthy family’s son, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Sooner or later, he would return to the heavens and become a star.
I had grown up begging for scraps from swill buckets. No matter how you looked at it, I was mud beneath his feet.
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软玉
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text
Chapters
12
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