In the last life, she took his kindness to her for granted, and regarded his deep love as a scourge and avoided him. She actually believed that man's sweet words, thinking that it was salvation and would allow him to escape from the prison of the Jiang family, but she didn't know that it was an abyss that would send her to hell.
It was only at this moment, lying in a pool of cold blood, that she finally understood that her uncle, who was usually cold, dignified, self-denial and polite, was the one who was truly good to her.
"Uncle..." She whispered, her voice as weak as a wisp of smoke.
If there was an afterlife, she would never push him away again.
If there is an afterlife, she must tell him that she just wants to be with her, be the jade in his palm, be treasured by him, and be kept by him.
The moment her consciousness completely dissipated, she seemed to hear a muffled roar coming from a distant place, like some kind of beast that had lost its only treasure and was in grief.
On the burned diary page, there is a line of vague writing:
"She is the only light in my life. If the light goes out, I will no longer be a prisoner in this world."
——Jiang Heng's final writing
