There were also many small, miscellaneous gifts and strange little trinkets. Every time Xiaojue went on a business trip, he bought her gifts, never returning empty-handed.
Of course, there was also the card. It held a hefty sum of money and represented a man's utmost sincerity towards a woman: he had entrusted his income for her to manage.
She looked at these things in silence. She had expected to be heartbroken, but instead, she felt numb. Beyond that, she felt no other emotion.
From the first time Huang Xiaojue's mother had slandered her, resentment had slowly built up in her heart. Like a snowball, it grew larger and larger, until it finally ruptured completely at this moment. And Huang Xiaojue was the one who ultimately bore the brunt of this accumulated resentment. The raging fire of anger in her heart had now been thoroughly vented on him.
Slowly, dawn began to break, and the sky started to lighten. It was going to be a sunny day.
