Those things rooted in the depths of one's heart can never be extracted.
Jiang Muwan thought, if she were not to attain good karma,
the Jiang Family, too, should meet with a wretched end.
It was only a pity that the Song Family, which had raised her, was tarnished because of her.
For a long time, the woman standing under the streetlamp slightly tugged at the corners of her lips, her smile deepening further and further.
Lowering her gaze, just as she was about to step down the stairs, she saw a figure below.
On the long winter rainy night of 2008, Gu Jiangnian stood at the police station's entrance with a black umbrella, looking at the woman on the stairs.
Clad in a black coat, he blended somewhat into the darkness of the night.
Yet the sparks at his fingertips were extraordinarily dazzling.
Upon closer inspection, his smile was light and shallow.
Looking at her, who was down and out like a stray dog.
