Ming Ge clapped her hands in applause and praised, "Captain, you're amazing~"
She sighed inwardly.
As expected of Jiang Xing'er.
With just one brief glance and a single sentence, she had deduced her ulterior motive and guessed another side of her identity.
Her presence as pure as snow, her heart like crystal.
She possessed such a delicate and transparent soul, yet she kept binding herself to the past, trapped in a walled city, unable to find her way out.
What a pity.
Ming Ge lowered her gaze slightly. She wanted Jiang Xing'er to find a way out, instead of meeting the same fate as her previous life.
In the past life, three years from now, Jiang Xing'er would take her own life in the bathtub of her home.
Slitting her wrists, her blood staining the entire tub red.
It caused a massive uproar at the time.
