In her previous life, she took his kindness for granted and recoiled from his deep love as if it were a raging flood. She believed the sweet words of that man, thinking they were salvation, a way to escape the Jiang family’s prison. She never knew they were leading her into an abyss that would send her to hell.
Only now, lying in a pool of cold blood, did she finally understand that the uncle who was usually cool, dignified, and impeccably restrained was the one who had truly loved her.
“Uncle...” she murmured, her voice as faint as a wisp of smoke.
If there is another life, she will never push him away again.
If there is another life, she will tell him that she wants only to stay by his side, to be the precious jade in his palm, treasured and kept close by him.
As her consciousness faded completely, she seemed to hear a stifled roar in the distance, like a beast devastated by the loss of its only treasure.
On a charred, torn page of a diary, a line of writing was barely visible:
“She is the only light in my life. If that light goes out, I will no longer remain a prisoner in this world.”
Jiang Heng, final words
