Why Miao Wu committed suicide was unknown to anyone, but the fact that Miao Wu was dead was undisputable.
Di Jinxuan's eyes darkened as she fell into deep thought.
Actually, she had thought about asking this question, but the two times she had indirectly tried to ask Nangong Jin, he had never directly answered.
It was then that she suddenly didn't want to ask anymore because Di Xiaxia had said, "Does it matter what kind of person he was in the past? I think what you should care about is whether he is the person you want him to be after he's with you."
She had to admit that this statement made her heart flutter and struck a chord with her.
In fact, she knew roughly what kind of person he was when he came close to her: promiscuous, unbridled, indifferent to everything, shamelessly thick-skinned.
He also had a dark career and a simple, confusing past—all of which she knew, didn't she?
