Ji Mingzhu had then started a years-long wild descent into debauchery.
Hit-and-run driving, gambling, taking banned substances, throwing all sorts of lascivious parties... In short, those of their spoiled rich kid ilk did what they should and shouldn't have done—perfectly embodying all five poisons.
Both Ji Mingyuan and the old Ji master were enraged beyond measure countless times.
Yet they could only continuously clean up her messes, ceaselessly oscillating between disappointment and regret—of course, whether they were truly regretful, only they knew.
Until suddenly one day.
Ji Mingzhu looked at herself in the mirror and felt so alien, she could hardly recognize her own reflection.
Could Ah Tao still recognize her now and, after seeing her like this, could he ever fall in love with her again?
No wonder she hadn't dreamt about him for a long time.
It must be because she was so unrecognizable now that he didn't care to come to see her anymore, right?
