There's an old saying that goes, "The clever are ruined by their own cleverness." She, Liang Wenwan, always prided herself on being smart, yet in the end she stumbled over the very person she had looked down on the most.
This fall was far too deep; even now she still hadn't climbed out of it.
The scene of Zhuang Fanxing falling from the building kept replaying in her mind over and over, like some kind of curse, making her head ache.
Ask her why she didn't cry? Would crying help?
She had turned countless possibilities over in her heart, yet in the end there was only one outcome.
No matter whether she was innocent or not, there was no more "them."
This answer was simply too cruel, the pain in her heart making it feel almost impossible to breathe.
Why? Why did heaven have to be so cruel to her?
The door was suddenly pushed open, and a series of heavy, steady footsteps sounded. Her body abruptly stiffened, and she didn't look up.
He had finally come after all.
