Wen Wanzhi's slender finger tapped unconsciously as she rapidly weighed her options in her mind.
The fact that Bao Yancheng had regained his memory was probably something that neither Xiang Yiran nor Bao Yuan had anticipated.
Although this court hearing could overturn the absurd charges, it could not settle the total accounts of the past.
Many matters would be better addressed by taking a longer-term view.
Just as before, Bao Yancheng was thinking far ahead, where ordinary people would only consider a few moves in advance.
Wen Wanzhi looked at the man in front of her, the beige soft wool sweater, and grey trousers, which concealed most of his aggressive aura and hostility.
His black hair, without meticulous grooming, hung casually across his forehead and was tinged with a light chestnut color in the sunlight.
It was how Bao Yancheng looked in the countless dreams she had during her most desperate times.