The harsher the reality, the richer the ideal, the more her heart is torn apart.
Day and night, she immersed herself in fantasies, terrified of reality, afraid of her tragic failures; only by drowning in endless fantasies could she breathe each cubic inch of air.
A shadow fell before her eyes, she lifted her head stiffly, her vacant eyes staring at the young girl standing before her in her prime.
Merely memories from two years ago seemed like events from a previous life to her; she struggled to scrape together fragments of her recollection of the girl's appearance.
Compared to two years ago, she had grown even more beautiful and charming; she bore no resemblance to her mother; Ji Lanyi was an overwhelmingly stunning woman, making her feel inferior in her presence.
But she, like gentle jade under moonlight, embodied restraint and warmth, making one feel comfortable just looking at her.
She wanted to smile, but realized she had forgotten how.
