After Sang Yuan's diversion, Ni Bingyan's restless heart suddenly calmed down.
It was a sense of peace akin to traveling through a desert. After trekking for what felt like an eternity through endless yellow sand, you finally reach a lush oasis. You check into a comfortable hotel, take a shower, and lie down on a soft bed that smells of sunshine. The pillows are fluffy, the comforter is fluffy, and even your bones feel lighter.
This feeling was new to her—something she had never experienced in her thirty-plus years.
But she genuinely loved this feeling.
Looking at things from a new perspective, what had happened before no longer seemed so unbearable.
It wasn't so easy to judge whether the people around her were good or bad.
Ashamed of her earlier suspicions, she invited Wang Biao and Duanmu Li to her room the next day after work. She apologized and explained in detail why she had felt that way.
