"I haven't been worthy of how you raised me."
Jiang Ye grasped Mrs. Jiang's hand and pressed it to her own cheek. Her tears streamed across Mrs. Jiang's palm as she sobbed, "I didn't know what to do back then. It wasn't until I grew up that I found the courage to say all this."
At the time, she had learned the Jiang Family intended to marry her off to a man she had never even met. Even though he was Old Commander Huo's grandson, he was a soldier stationed in a remote military region in the Northwest.
She recalled what she'd learned in books—the Northwest was the most remote part of the country, a place of endless yellow sand and brutally harsh conditions.
'I knew if I married him and moved there, I'd never have a future.'
So she found her birth parents, had them bring Wen Ci to Beijing, and arranged for the two families to meet by "coincidence." All the while, she dropped hints, both subtle and obvious, that she didn't look like anyone in the Jiang Family.
