Since that year, Jiang Ruolan had changed. When she was a child, she was very quiet and obedient, was often bullied by others. But now, she became like a hedgehog, and whoever bullied her, will be paid ten times by her. It was as if she had been born again in that winter. She wanted to bring back all the suffering and let everyone who had tortured her felt what pain was!
But no matter how much she wanted to forget what happened seven years ago, she could not.
In this world, no one understood her better than Jiang Yijun. He knew how much she hated the Jiang Family, and he also knew that she had to suffered from Jiang Bingqing over and over again because of their mother's last words.
Silently, he squeezed her hand, which was lying flat on his side.
Jiang Ruolan looked at Jiang Yijun's face. Her eyes were glassy. She struggled to get up and said, "Yijun, go pack your things."
"For what?"
