The waiting-room seats at the high-speed rail station were cold. Zhang Zhaozhao clutched her ticket, staring at the rolling list of check-in information, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She took a deep breath and called He Chou one last time.
“Hello, He Chou is drunk. May I ask what this is about?” A girl’s voice came from the other end, soft and sweet with sleep.
Zhang Zhaozhao’s throat tightened. The words she had wanted to say caught on her tongue, and in the end all she managed was, “Hello, I… wish you both a happy marriage.”
“Thank you!” The girl’s cheerful laugh came through, like a fine needle gently piercing the last of Zhang Zhaozhao’s hopes.
When the call ended and the busy tone rang out, Zhang Zhaozhao slowly lowered her hand. At last, she couldn’t hold back the tears in her eyes. This time, the last shred of hope in her heart had died completely.
And this was only the beginning of Zhang Zhaozhao’s turbulent life…
Later, she met Qian Lingluo, the only person in the world who had ever given her warmth. And later, much later, she was deceived by the world. Everyone in the world was deceiving her. She was like a thread connecting them all, with every person using her to find someone else’s weakness.
She needed no one. Anyone could use her.
