"No need." Qiao Jiaying refused Jian Xi's kindness, "Though it's a bit tough there, it brings peace to my heart. I want to rely on my own efforts to reduce my sentence."
Even with a reduced sentence, it would still take several years. Qiao Jiaying was almost twenty. Youth fades quickly and can't afford to be wasted.
"Our warden said he would try to let me continue playing the cello," Qiao Jiaying said.
Jian Xi didn't press further: "Alright!"
"Next time when I come back, I'll have the chance to perform for you. This time, it will be a heartfelt performance of blessings."
Jian Xi was dazed for a moment, recalling how at the engagement ceremony, Qiao Jiaying wanted to showcase her skills to overshadow her... those things are all in the past now. Like a lifetime ago.
Love, hatred, and grudges, in the end, will all be buried by time.
Who could have imagined things would evolve to the present day? Even she didn't expect that Qiao Jiaying would lose her parents and be imprisoned.
