What about him?
He just muddled through life.
"Since what happened in the past has already occurred, let's let it go. We should look forward now instead of looking back for past mistakes."
Jiang Lin gave a bitter smile,
but this smile was not pleasant.
How good can a smile look on a man who's just skin and bones?
He knew how pitiful he looked in front of Song Rong. He felt as if he had returned to his youthful days in his twenties. Thus, he poured out all his words, those he dared to say back then and those he didn't.
"Only the successful can look forward; if a failure doesn't reflect, gain experience, and start anew, won't he fail again?"
"Rongrong, tell me, do I look like a sacrifice?"
"Or rather? Tell me, do I look like Xia Yishen's burial offering?"
"He died in your heart. I jumped into the grave intending to pull you out, only to find I became your stepping stone into the world."
Song Rong was filled with mixed emotions.
She looked at Jiang Lin.
Became mute.
