Jin Canghan had originally thought that after that night, the woman before him would at least sense that something was wrong. But she hadn't.
Not only had she failed to notice, she had continued throwing herself into Jin Moli's arms, her love flowing without end.
"You've been here this long, yet you haven't noticed a thing. You've never even suspected anything. You truly haven't taken me to heart at all. You truly haven't seen me at all. In your world... there's no place for me. No place for me, Jin Canghan."
Jin Canghan had been suffering terribly these days.
The root of his suffering was discovering that everything Su Qiao liked and cared about was Jin Moli—not someone like him, who could never see the light of day.
He was in pain because even if he wanted to compete with Jin Moli, he had neither the reason nor the opportunity.
He was a man without an identity, and in her eyes, he didn't exist either.
Jin Canghan was seized by a fierce jealousy—jealousy toward Jin Moli.
For the first time, Jin Canghan felt that the world was unfair, that Heaven had treated him unjustly.
"Why? Why does everyone only have eyes for Jin Moli? Why can't anyone see me?"
"Why is it that, despite carrying the Jin Family bloodline just like him, I can only spend day after day in that lightless Underground Palace, living a lonely, freezing existence?"
He was unwilling. He was unwilling to spend the rest of his life barely clinging to existence like this.
He wanted to pursue the things he liked. He wanted to have the woman he loved, his own children, and a complete family.
Yet all these things, which ordinary people could obtain with ease, were things he couldn't gain even after exhausting