Huo Qiong stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, lost in thought.
She always felt the world was inexplicably ridiculous, as if God couldn't bear to see anyone have a perfect life.
It was true for Wen Suihan and for Huo Man, for everyone.
And now, even someone as innocent and lovely as Jiang Yi had to endure such cruelty.
She slid her hands into the pockets of her coat, hung her head, and laughed at herself mockingly.
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Inside the hospital room, Huo Man sat in the wheelchair, her line of sight somewhat lower than that of Jiang Yi's.
She tilted her head up slightly, looking at Jiang Yi's beautiful, youthful face, and felt an indescribable envy.
After making up her mind, she finally began to recount, "To talk about this matter, we must start with my relationship with Suihan."
Jiang Yi glanced over her shoulder at Wen Suihan.
Wen Suihan's expression was grave, and his gaze stayed on Huo Man's back.
