At the time, young and powerless, there was still the bigger picture to consider, but now, it's different.
Just as Yang Shan said, if we die, we die together.
Jiang Muwan will not give up, and neither will they.
That day, when Jiang Lin left the Jiang Family, he went into the study, and from the drawer's compartment, he pulled out several photos.
In the photos, the woman's gentle demeanor and flower-like smile were like a blooming peony, dignified, elegant, and mature. At first glance, her aura made people bow down, wanting to kneel at her feet and offer their submission.
Beside her, a man in his prime, exuding the unique confidence of a king, raised his face in a gentle smile, with a hint of indifference embracing everything in the world.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at them, they were indeed a pair of perfect lovers.
In terms of aura, height, and appearance, they seemed like a match made in heaven.
All the photos were couple pictures.
