At the moment Zishi sprinted past her, at the instant she fell, Wen Zhaozhao remembered a profoundly classic saying: "Those who go through life in blissful ignorance are the happiest."
Sometimes in life, it seems only by being blissfully unaware can one be happy!
Wen Zhaozhao had already anticipated such an abrupt act, and she was ninety-nine percent sure that Shi Annuo's first instinct would be to protect Han Qianqian.
Still, in her heart, she hoped, with one percent hope, that Shi Annuo, in the end, would choose her.
When Shi Annuo charged towards Han Qianqian and then wrapped her in a tight, impenetrable embrace, Wen Zhaozhao deeply experienced how sometimes, hope is what leads to disappointment.
At that moment, the air at the sides of the staircase seemed to divide into two layers: on one side was the spring breeze of the southern land, on the other, the winter frost of the northern realm.
