Every move was calculated down to every word she said. Every meeting was planned down to her arrival and departure, without a second to spare. He knew her past, her present, every hardship and every sorrow, because it was all part of his calculations. Watching her retreating figure, he murmured, "You're here to pay a debt. This is what Wang Yizhen owes me. The only thing to blame is that you are still the one in his heart."
Wang Xiang was someone whose name alone seemed lonely. As she put it, she was born in the wilderness and never knew what it felt like to be nourished by rain and dew. From a young age, she knew that she could only survive by putting down roots with all her might, and so she gradually became fiercely independent. She said she was like Norway's national flower, the heather, growing up in a windswept wilderness. The only living things around her were the lonely heather that covered the mountains, so she had grown used to being alone.
She could have lived out her life in quiet peace, but even that simple wish was denied her. She was innocent, and could never have imagined that one day she would become the turning point in the war between the two most important people in her life...
