She was a red rose that he raised with his own hands, but in the end she became a trace of blood on his chest. Jiang Xing is a lowly person, selling his self-esteem and face, and is looked down upon by others.
She has endured this far just to climb to the top of power step by step. She wants money, but also power. He was both a mentor and a devil. He taught her everything in the market, but he only stole her heart.
Jiang Xing once asked Rong Jingxu,
"Do you love me or am I like her?" Rong Jingxu leaned against the wall, the shadow blurring his clear face, and a mysterious and complicated smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth.
"Who knows?" It was impossible to guess whether his love was true or false, but her hatred never changed. The needle penetrates the bone and the knife kills.
She thought that if he had another life, he would regret saving her.
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