Recently, Ying Jing's mood had been unpredictable, and she was already bottling up a lot of anger with no outlet.
Now Lu Zishu just had to offer himself up.
Ying Jing cursed him out loud.
Brainless.
Mindless.
...
She left him standing there dumbfounded.
How could Ying Jing from a year ago say such things to him, how could a person completely change into someone so different?
Even the traces of the past had been wiped clean.
She could turn around and fall for another man, and marry him so decisively.
At first, Lu Zishu couldn't understand, thinking Ying Jing did it intentionally.
Until he saw the way Ying Jing looked at Wen Fucheng, the deep affection she couldn't fake—she loved that man, deeply.
Later he figured it out; she simply wasn't the same person anymore.
"Your acting skills are truly great, fooling everyone including me. Ying Jing, you never liked me. All along, wasn't I just a pawn to you?"
Strictly speaking, yes and no.
They were all pawns.
