Listening to the sound of familiar snores beside her, Chiang Qing carefully lifted his hand off her waist, got out of bed, and stood by the window.
Her room, with its wide view, had a few French sycamore trees planted not far away. It was deep into the night, and in this hot summer, insects hidden in the grass sang out, with a few tiny green lights fluttering by.
She hugged her arms, feeling so cold despite the hot summer.
Suddenly, a loud snore came from behind her. She turned to see the old man smacking his lips, rolling over, and falling back asleep.
The look of disgust in Chiang Qing’s eyes deepened. She clenched her fists tightly, looked out the window again, and let out a sigh.
Endure, just endure for now.
She had thought, just like her parents, that she would be implicated because of their downfall, would be arrested for interrogation and sentenced. But no, she was free. Even walking on the street, no one would arrest her.
That damned old man, if she hadn’t pretended to flatter him and instigated the conversation, he probably wouldn’t have revealed it in time!
But, stepping outside, what power would she have left? Her grandfather was dead, the Loo Family had collapsed, Jiang Conghe was in prison. She had nothing. Even if she left, she would no longer be the Proud Daughter of Heaven, the daughter of Commander Chiang. Who could help her? Who would help her? Probably everyone would avoid her like the plague.
She couldn’t leave yet. She had to plan her way forward. Otherwise, how could she, on her own, drag those who hurt her into hell?
Chiang Qing let out a cold laugh, tinged with a bit of desolation, and only now did she realize that what she had relied on before was nothing but her father and the Loo Family. Once these supports were gone, she was left with nothing.
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