Perhaps it was Xu Fang's words that were too ironic.
It felt as if every word came with a knife, viciously stabbing her.
Had she ever been loved?
Uncertain.
But what Jiang Muwan could be certain of was that no matter how many suitors and admirers she had after becoming an adult,
they still couldn't make her forget the injustice and pain she suffered during her childhood at the Jiang Family.
Xu Fang's words pierced her heart too deeply.
Pierced so deeply that her heart bled profusely.
A girl who wasn't cherished from a young age, no matter how many admirers she had as an adult, her heart remained inferior and sensitive.
A woman who lived in a family with antiquated ideas was doomed to carry all this until her death, only then could she shed that false outer layer.
She had hidden it extremely well, but today, Xu Fang's words peeled away her beautiful exterior like a knife, exposing those unbearable past events nakedly.
And blood dripped profusely, flowing steadily.
