However, her eyes drifted to the side, catching a glimpse of the heavy bamboo basket on a low branch near the window, filled with who knows what.
Chi Yun'er was no longer the innocent and carefree eighteen-year-old of the past. She was now a person burdened with an extra twenty years of tragic experiences. After a lifetime of suffering, she had rarely felt any warmth from the world.
She'd already lived one life full of regrets; she couldn't start this one by becoming responsible for someone's death, even indirectly.
There were plenty of ways to get her revenge on Jiang Zishi. She didn't need to destroy her own conscience to do it!
Chi Yun'er asked cautiously, "Brother Hua, if there's something I want, would you be able to bring it for me?"
Jiang Yihua raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "As long as it's on my way, sure. But if you ask me to detour halfway across Xiahua, you'll really be putting me in a tough spot."
