Chang Mei's usually composed façade had cracked at this moment, revealing a resentful jealousy that made Su Ziceng keenly aware of her long-suppressed resentment.
Realizing her lapse, Chang Mei collapsed into a chair. "I know you hate me, thinking I intervened in your father's and mother's love, but actually... what stood between Qiao Chu and Qing Chang was Ye Taina. It's good that Qiao Chu left, at least she didn't see, the Qing Chang who came back from abroad, his heart was already empty. At least at the moment of her death, she still believed Qing Chang loved her most."
The naive and innocent Qiao Chu, at her death, was serene like lilies under the moonlight, heavy bleeding had drained the flush from her skin, but she was still beautiful, quietly as if she had merely fallen asleep. Chang Mei wandered in her memories, a strange smile playing on her lips.
Su Ziceng stood up; she did not believe this was the truth, but the truth could only extend this far for now.
