You want money to buy your lives, then I'll help you fulfill this wish, Li Yifei thought to himself. Li Manli's young life was already extinguished; she had hardly enjoyed any happiness since her birth. Because of Li Yifei's intervention, Wu Gang seemed genuinely scared, and with Wang Feng watching, he dared not entertain the notion of selling his daughter again, nor dared he treat the poor mother and daughter poorly, but it was all for naught, for Li Manli could not escape fate.
Perhaps people truly have destiny, Li Yifei thought, these few steps felt like hours, he pondered about destiny, it was as if everyone, before they were born, had a string above their heads, held by someone unknown, a whole life led along by this string, everything seemingly predetermined, like a set program, perhaps that's why some have faith in deities, for such thoughts can plunge a person into despair.
