Wen Meimei's brows furrowed slightly, unwilling to think more about those dark pasts, for fear she might collapse into an emotional breakdown again.
Fortunately, she had come to a realization.
The missing memories of her childhood might be related to those foreigners who took Luo Liu away, and Luo Wuya must know something, for only he could embroider the Luoshen Flowers.
She would definitely pay this old man another visit when she got the chance.
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The Imperial Capital Grand Hotel, esteemed as the face of China, didn't flaunt the lavish splendor typical of other five-star hotels on the outside. To showcase the grandeur of a major country, the floor was covered with gray marble, the walls were of beige marble, and the corners were inlaid with red marble—a low-key yet imposing atmosphere throughout.
Lady An's birthday banquet was being held in such a solemn place. Ostensibly a birthday celebration, it was actually a symposium for China's cultural circle.
