Life itself is a solitary journey. Along this isolated path, people ford waters and carve through mountains.
All merely in quest of "completion."
Jiang Muwan was one of these many individuals, a person who, since childhood, had faced brutal torment both mentally and physically; everything she did as an adult was for her own salvation.
The fortunate heal their lives with their childhoods, while the unfortunate heal their childhoods with their lives.
Fu Jing was aware of the Jiang Family's disgrace but unaware of how exactly they were disgraced.
Jiang Muwan remained silent; she never inquired further.
At the breakfast table, as the two of them chatted, Fu Jing drained the last sip of milk from her glass and looked at Jiang Muwan, asking, "Is Liao Feiyi truly Gu Jiangnian's woman?"
The latter extended her hand for a spoonful of porridge and said indifferently, "No."
"Then why did you still draw her into the game?"
