"It seems you know more than I do. How much do you know about Jiang Yu?"
"Jiang Yu...". Ming Jing gazed at the drifting clouds in the sky, her smile tinged with inexplicable sadness.
"Pitiful people must have hateful aspects, a complete fool who was used, it's better not to mention her."
"She is not a fool." Ran Tengxiao asserted decisively.
Ming Jing raised an eyebrow at him, noncommittal.
Ran Tengxiao calmed the surging emotions in his chest and said slowly, word by word, "She had no control over her own fate; being chosen by Jiang Chunlan was not her wish, nor was killing the patriarch."
"You're not her, how do you know it wasn't her wish?"
"Her eyes are very similar to yours. Just as I believe you to be a good person, everyone has their own helplessness, and she had no choice."
