Qin Manjiang infuriated Shen Hai so much that veins bulged on his forehead. But when Qin Manjiang spoke, Tan Murong and Yu Ruoli also looked over, leaving Shen Hai no opportunity to strike even if he wanted to.
"Mr. Qin, you found a way out?" Tan Murong looked at him with delighted surprise.
She no longer wanted to die.
At least this time... she wanted to live.
Her twenty-odd years of life had been nothing but hardship. Hardship always seemed especially prone to clinging to those already suffering.
Tan Murong felt she had never been lucky.
Born into a farming family that had been poor for generations, she had studied with everything she had, only to get into an utterly ordinary university.
That was also when Tan Murong realized that the world had never been fair.
All that talk about God opening a window when he closed a door was complete bullshit.
Some people were born never having to worry about food or clothing, effortlessly enjoying a rich and varied material world.
Others could not even bear to spend time sleeping, because they feared that closing their eyes would bring another tomorrow.
Some might also have been born into struggling families, but they had talent, far surpassing ordinary people in either intellect or physical ability.
But someone like her? Physique: average. Intelligence: average. Looks: average. Family circumstances: difficult.
If life were also a Ghost Story Game, wouldn't a start like hers put her behind the other players from birth?
Yet both school and society dressed everything up beautifully in ideological terms, teaching her that morning light and evening clouds belonged to no one alone, that these were the beautiful things one should experience in life.
But what was the reality?
What she had experienced firsthand was that people with no