Ji Wen raised her head in the frigid prison and looked at the guard throwing a cold meal onto the floor. She didn't get up.,The ache in her lower body was a reminder that this wasn't a dream. She looked down at her body, the youthful form was soft and delicate, as if untouched by the past ten years of hardship and wind and frost. Her bare shoulders and collarbone were covered in ambiguous kiss marks...,Ten years ago, Ji Nuan was the top socialite in Haicheng. She had a face that everyone envied, so beautiful that it was beyond description. Any man who saw her would be instantly smitten. Just a slight smile from her and countless men would be willing to give her their lives.。