Until the last resort, she truly didn't want it to come to this.
Now, as things stood, she realized she was ultimately mediocre; she couldn't resolve matters through any open and aboveboard means—this environment simply wouldn't allow for it.
She suffered from insomnia the entire night.
When she got up in the middle of the night for water, she saw a lot of her hair on the pillow, messily tangled.
Her mobile phone lay at her bedside, switched on twenty-four hours a day, but that familiar notification never sounded again—not once.
Over time, she no longer harbored much expectation, not even feeling heartbroken anymore.
Her sole focus was on figuring out how to deal with Yang Wei and his ilk. In a daze, it felt as if she had returned to her past: a con woman, scheming and maneuvering among various men day after day, a battle of wits and courage.
