That night, Cheng Xia stayed awake the entire night. She stood on the balcony of the thirty-something floor, looking at the bustling world below, not understanding where things went wrong.
Clearly, both she and Su Yao started from the same point, yet why was Su Yao able to transform into another person while she remained a man's plaything, traded day after day?
Cheng Yao, Cheng Xia, Su Yao, that's the origin of this name.
Cheng Yao abandoned her own name over the years, barely surviving by gritting her teeth, driven not by anything else but the desire to personally witness Alex's death and Su Wanxin's death.
"Alex met this end because he deserved it." Cheng Yao's lips flowed with a strange trace of blood, "And you? What must I do to make you understand the life we've had for these years, to make you understand how much pain the one who suffered endless harm on your behalf truly felt."
