By mid-December, the old master's plans clanged like a ringing abacus.
Jiang Muwan stood within the game, seeing through the old master's ploys, yet not in a hurry to expose them.
Instead, she played her part in the charade with utmost seriousness.
"Killing him would be easy, but death is not to be feared, Director Gu understands, doesn't he?" she said as she half-reclined on the divan, smiling at the person before her.
Gu Jiangnian should be able to empathize with this...
After all, the only ones who can truly empathize with you are those who have walked your path and suffered your hardships.
Otherwise, what basis do they have to empathize? How can a person from a happy family understand the life of a beggar?
To demand their understanding is nothing short of asking the impossible.
But today, Jiang Muwan could very straightforwardly say to Gu Jiangnian, you can understand, can't you?
After all, Jiang Muwan's and Gu Jiangnian's stories in Mengxi Garden were hardly a secret.
