Nan Fei couldn't help but let out a chuckle, and eventually, she briefly recounted what happened with Jiang Yang. As for the past life, she didn't mention a word. In fact, she was very clear in her own heart that her past life was her past life, and this life was this life—they should not be confused.
In this life, Zhuanzhuan hadn't caused any substantial harm, nor had she killed anyone. Nan Fei shouldn't blame this life's Zhuanzhuan for the past life's mistakes. She didn't want to do that, and she had tried to merely hint this to herself, but she simply couldn't manage it.
Because those pains were things she had personally experienced, each one deeply engraved in her heart.
She couldn't forget them; she simply couldn't act as if these things were trivial.
