Jiang Shuya, clad in a white dress, smiled with a gentle grace, her demeanor refined, like a white lotus blooming tall and graceful—subtle yet the most captivating.
Qin Yucen's heart was filled with melancholy at her smile, because of her words: "Shuya, none of this is your fault, nor do you have any so-called responsibility to bear or shoulder. You are yourself, don't punish yourself with the mistakes of others. It makes me sad to see you do this."
