Three years had passed since those past events, and perhaps life was too beautiful, for Ruan Jiaojiao had almost forgotten the fears and grudges of the past. She turned and grabbed a handful of candy from the burlap bag Xiu Xi was holding and handed it over.
Wa Yiting looked at her and, after a few seconds, accepted it.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
And with that, they went their separate ways.
Perhaps because of their lack of interaction, or perhaps because of what Shu Jiao had said back then, Wa Yiting's view of Ruan Jiaojiao had long since changed; she no longer harbored her former sentiments.
As she grew older, she understood a truth.
Even if Ruan Jiaojiao died, she would never become her, and the Ruan Family would never shower her with the love they had for Ruan Jiaojiao.
