And yet, for the most part, Song Xiangqiao had always been deliberately ignoring her existence.
As if by doing so, she could make everything seem a bit more splendid.
How foolish...
Song Lili could imagine...
It was a man she had been infatuated with for many years.
When Song Xiangqiao wrote in her journal at night, the words spoken and deeds done by Wen Nian during the day would replay in her mind like a movie, again and again, magnified each time.
Night after night, Song Xiangqiao immersed herself from her own perspective, lost in her beautiful aspirations...
Song Lili had always regarded Song Xiangqiao as a woman with deep schemes and grand ambitions, hungering for fame, fortune, power, and people.
Only now did she realize... all that she did was but for the sake of "affection."
Suddenly, a bell rang out from the intensive care unit, and Song Lili had barely stood up when two nurses ran in from outside!
