The height of the building is enough for me to think clearly about many things. The five years that Zhou Minghui pretended to love me, every "concern" Lin Yating showed as his best friend, those seemingly accidental business crises... Were all carefully designed traps.
The glass curtain wall reflects my distorted reflection. The once glorious wealthy daughter is now abandoned like a broken doll. I closed my eyes, unwillingness and resentment came flooding in.
If there is an afterlife... If there is an afterlife...
