For paranoid people, there's no choice; they'll only walk a single path until it turns black, especially for those who have already lost everything.
Chiang Qing was just like this.
The sea breeze blew gently, the sun set on the horizon, and the sky was already painted with a magnificent red, like blood, both spectacular and brilliant, making people pause and linger.
This kind of scenery intoxicates people, but it did not include Chiang Qing.
The red before her eyes would only remind her of the blood she glimpsed on that filthy operating table, something she could never forget.
She had once been that miserable!
It also made her remember what she had lost?
She had tried for so long, ultimately, it was all in vain, a waste of effort.
"So you came to the seaside, making it hard for me to find you." Bi Xiaojin draped a thin jacket over Chiang Qing's shoulders and said, "Why didn't you tell me first, I thought..."
Thought she had been caught by someone.
