'No, it wasn't just my past life. I haven't forgotten the way he looked at me as he stood by the river.'
'In my past life, he chose to look the other way. Why would he help me in this one?'
Liang Wan hesitated for a moment before asking, "That night, at the East Market, when I came out of Tongle Hall—"
He raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. "Are you asking why I covered for you?"
Liang Wan looked into his eyes and nodded.
He studied her intently for a moment, then raised a hand to brush her temple. "Though I held a grudge against you, I... I was also curious. Why was the Wanwan before me so different from the one in my memory? What made her become so fierce and ruthless, daring to kill and commit arson? What made her willing to humble herself and desperately beg a man whose proposal she once rejected?"
'What was it?'
'Was it a life of misery and despair?'
Liang Wan's lips curved into a smile, but her heart ached with a bittersweet sorrow that was hard to put into words.
