Some people are just like that, they leave you without warning and turn to embrace a whole new life.
When they abandon you, they don't even say goodbye.
Downstairs, Song Sizhi's hand rested on Jiang Muwan's back, gently stroking it as a sigh echoed over and over in her heart, then she spoke softly, "Whatever you do, I will support you, but selfishly, I hope we are all doing well."
That "we are all well" did not include Gu Jiangnian.
What she wanted was for all the Song Family members to be well.
That night, in the wee hours, Jiang Muwan entered the old man's study and sat at the desk. Her gaze landed on the family portrait hanging on the wall, her thoughts drifting as if to somewhere beyond the ninth heaven.
From the start, her life had included only the Song Family, without Gu Jiangnian.
It was nothing but a return to the original place, Jiang Muwan.
She admonished herself, over and over.
Struggling to make a choice, the choice to abandon Gu Jiangnian.
