Recalling what happened over these six years, Xiajun Yanting felt miserable.
Deep into the night, with the cold breeze blowing and mild rain drizzling, Xiajun Yanting nearly blended into one with the night scenery.
His thoughts brought him back a few years back.
Having lost his beloved, he felt both pain and hatred, and perplexion.
Clearly he had loved her so much and treated her so well. Why did she leave and choose his older brother?
He bore a grudge about all this. He was overwhelmed with disbelief.
Hence, at that time, he hated everyone. He told himself that only when he claimed the highest position would he be in control of everything. Only then would he let her know that she had made the wrong choice.
Six years ago, ever since his beloved left, he had changed.
But when she really died, whatever he did was meaningless. It was as if seeking power was his ultimate aim.
Later, it grew into a habit.
