"Miss, why are you so unlucky?" In the bedroom, Mrs. Long was crying while holding Nora's hand.

The innocent and lively eldest young lady didn't expect that her fate would be so bumpy after she grew up.

"Well, don't cry. I'm so upset to hear that!" Shawn stood in front of the French window and roared.

It seemed that she had woken up. Her eyes were rolling on the European style mosquito net. She was shocked by her father's roar. She sat up, struggled out of bed and hugged the back of her father, sobbing, "Dad, don't worry. Give it to me. I'm a good girl!"

A complicated light flashed...