Wei Jia slowly began to speak, her voice low beneath the backdrop of the waves:
"Everyone has their own path of destiny. If you've reached this point, it's your life's script.
Good or bad luck is merely a booster; whatever cards fate deals, everyone has to play. How many 'ifs' in the world can you turn back on?
Being able to lend a helping hand is goodwill; if you're unable to, you shouldn't blame yourself."
Her fingertips traced the edge of the wine glass, droplets of water sliding through her fingers onto the deck.
Li Jing turned to look at her, the warm light of the deck lantern reflecting on Wei Jia's face, and he suddenly asked, "If I had no money, would you still have fallen for me?"
Hearing this, Wei Jia removed her glasses and wiped the lenses, glancing at him:
"If you had no money, you wouldn't even have the chance to meet me. Remember the first time we met was at that ultra-five-star hotel?
