Jiang Shouzhong stood amidst the ruins, his heart a cloud of confusion.
At this moment, his thoughts were like a tangled mess of yarn kneaded by an invisible hand, like a lonely boat lost in the vast sea, both exhausted and helpless.
In order to take revenge for Ye and those villagers in Anhe Village, he had agreed to Yeying's conditions, pretending to be Jiang Mo to form an alliance with the Ran Family and infiltrate Liushan Division.
All this time, he had constantly thought about unmasking the true mastermind behind the Anhe Village massacre.
But the result—it was Ye?
If Ye was actually the one behind the slaughter of Anhe Village, then was it possible she was still alive?
Where would she go?
Recalling all the little moments spent with Ye, her gentle smile and lingering voice, felt like thousands of needles piercing his heart.
Why had it turned out this way?
Jiang Shouzhong clutched his head, his thoughts in chaos.
A sudden explosion brought him back to his senses.
