Wen Sheng was Zhu Qingjia's best friend. Their friendship was so strong that they would have braved fire and steel for each other.
She could never forget that day when, after her gambler father had beaten her mercilessly with a belt, Wen Sheng had fearlessly stood in front of her.
If it hadn't been for Wen Sheng, Zhu Qingjia would have been beaten to death by that gambling scoundrel long ago.
Ever since then, she had secretly vowed to be good to Wen Sheng for the rest of her life.
Even if Wen Sheng wanted to kill someone, Zhu Qingjia would stand behind her, sharpen the knife and hand it to her; if she wanted to start a fire, Zhu Qingjia would not hesitate to buy her gasoline and a lighter.
Just like Jiang Shifang said, they were not related by blood yet were closer than sisters. Their friendship was like iron, the kind where you'd take a blade for each other.
Whenever someone dared to hurt Wen Sheng, Zhu Qingjia was always the first to stand up for her.
