“Jin Yao, you’re not all that great either.”
Ji Jinzhou’s words were like a poisoned blade, cutting off her last shred of hope.
She lowered her lashes and swallowed all her tears into the night.
When he realized that the words he used to hurt her had ended up piercing his own heart,
she had already stopped looking back.
“Give me one chance... Just one.” He grabbed her wrist, trembling.
But she simply slipped her hand away:
“...It’s too late, Ji Jinzhou.”
He had shattered her with his own hands. Now, he was willing to put her back together, piece by piece.
This book is an answer I wrote for myself, and I hope it can also become a light that illuminates some corner of your heart. May everyone who has been hurt by love have a “second chance” of their own, whether they give it to someone else or to themselves.
