Chi Yun'er smiled softly. Hearing about a more complete, multifaceted Jiang Yihua from others filled her heart with a gentle sweetness and a strange sense of pride.
Hearing how differently he treated her, she couldn't help the reckless feeling that rose within her—the mindset of a gambler.
'It seems my twenty-some years of dark experiences haven't stripped away my longing and devotion to love. Marriage is a high-stakes gamble to begin with. Without living together, you can never know if the person on the marriage certificate is a saint or a monster.'
'It's just like the protagonist of *Rickshaw Boy*—an honest and hardworking man who was brutally crushed by reality until the last taut string inside him snapped, and he just gave up completely. No one could have predicted that.'
Because Jiang Yihua had put in a good word for her, Chi Yun'er's registration went exceptionally smoothly, with no one giving her any trouble.
