It was still in the dining room of the Gu Mansion.
For the first twenty-some years of Jiang Muwan's life, her path had been fairly smooth, save for the deep-seated hatred buried in the depths of her heart. That hatred hadn't lessened over time; instead, it had grown deeper with each passing year, until today when it was rooted out at last.
The roots that had been buried for over a decade, when pulled up, didn't cause the pain she had imagined.
On the contrary, it felt liberating, as if a great tree that had been pressing on her heart for years had suddenly collapsed.
Free at last.
Regarding her other half, Jiang Muwan had never given it much thought. When He Ximeng was by her side, she felt—content.
But "content" was just that, nothing more.
Perhaps it was because they knew each other thoroughly, or because they were familiar with each other's temperament, or because they matched well in social status, or perhaps because she had received his care.
