Sem perder a originalidade
Gu Sheng era conhecida em toda a alta sociedade de Pequim como a aleijada. Ela já havia ferido pessoas, cumprido pena na prisão, perdido os pais e sua reputação era arruinada; todos a desprezavam como se fosse insignificante. Até que ela se agarrou à poderosa família de He Wenzhou, tornando-se alvo da inveja superficial de muitos que a viam dar a volta por cima e se casar bem. Só Gu Sheng sabia do lado perverso de He Wenzhou, que a mantinha por perto como um brinquedo sob seu controle. Mas ela buscava dinheiro, e He Wenzhou desejava beleza; ambos estavam certos de que se tratava de uma relação de interesses mútuos, fadada a terminar cedo ou tarde. Até que um dia, ao ajudar He Wenzhou a limpar uma casa antiga, Gu Sheng encontrou uma carta escondida sob uma pilha de objetos e livros antigos. Era de He Wenzhou na época do colégio. Ela abriu a carta; no papel amarelado, poucas palavras estavam escritas — apenas duas linhas: "Shengsheng como o jasmim, espero que nunca nos separemos." A caligrafia jovem era forte, marcada no verso da folha pela intensidade, mas quase ninguém sabia que seu antigo apelido era Jasmim. · A infame Gu Jasmim vs o cavalheiro decadente He Wenzhou
Sem perder a originalidade
On the day Gu Sheng was released from prison, it was late autumn.
She was still dressed in the summer clothes she had worn upon arrival—her skirt hem barely covering her calves, the thin fabric leaving her shivering uncontrollably. With a limp in her right foot, her slow, uneven gait appeared especially awkward.
The female prison guard waited for a long time, noticing Gu Sheng’s sluggish exit. She instinctively glanced at the injured right leg, where a prominent bone-penetrating scar wrapped around her ankle like a centipede—ghastly and unsightly.
Momentarily stunned, the guard recalled Gu Sheng’s harsh experiences in prison and stepped forward kindly. Following protocol, she returned Gu Sheng’s belongings and casually asked, “What time is it? Why hasn’t your family come to pick you up yet?”
At the mention of “family,” Gu Sheng’s movements paused. Lowering her brows and eyes, her gaze landed on a document stamped “Lawyer’s License Revocation Receipt,” which bore her photo.
After a long silence, she tightened her grip on the paper and raised a faint brow with an indifferent tone, “No one’s coming. They’re all dead.”
Gu Sheng was beautiful—delicate eyebrows, an oval face, and a temperament exuding the gentle grace of a southern woman. But after so long in prison, her complexion had turned a sickly grayish pallor. In the biting wind, her words chilled to the bone.
The guard couldn’t help but take another look.
Gu Sheng was well-known within the prison.
First, because of her infamous background. Once the daughter of a ci
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