However, she hadn't expected that Gu Jiansheng was not among these people; he had left the Imperial Capital years ago.
She didn't bother to check where he went; he was the only one whose conscience hadn't fully died, so his fate is left to the hands of heaven.
At this moment, Gu Qiaoqiao was at her home in the Imperial Capital. Although she had left only two days ago, it felt like lifetimes had passed.
Looking around the house, everything was both familiar and strange.
Yet her heart was filled with bleakness. Even though she knew these people wouldn't meet a good end, her family, however, wouldn't come back.
Their lives could never be restored, no matter what.
Even though she was reborn, she was merely living in another world, while this world remained cold and cruel!
Gu Qiaoqiao slammed her fist hard on the table, filled with grief and rage she couldn't vent. Why did she have to return to this world?
Why?
Wouldn't it be better to just vanish in the endless river of history?
