Lying on the huge bed, tossing and turning, Su Qinglian was unable to sleep.
When she thought of the problems she would face tomorrow, she wasn't sure.
Everyone in the Qiao Family had a scheming mind, and even after experiencing so much, she was still pitifully stupid. If not for the fact that she had Xu Zhen and Xiao Ling's scheming beside her, she would have died countless of times, as innocent as a white rabbit.
For her, tomorrow was both a challenge and a rebirth.
In the middle of the night, with the breeze blowing the curtains, lightning and thunder started to fall outside, causing a torrential downpour. Su Qinglian, who did not feel tired at all, slowly got off the bed.
She sat on the windowsill with a thin coat draped over her shoulders, looking into the distance with a complicated look in her eyes.
— This was the city she was the most familiar with, a city with Shi Hanmo.