e, Zhao Ruizhi, whose life was a constant struggle and turmoil, spoke up again. "Hmph," she scoffed, "What use is winning the literary prize There's still the art competition. If you can't win in the...e—you'll end up burned to ashes."Siti Wan'er hadn't forgotten that night she and Jun Liye had played in the market together. Now, she genuinely considered Su Qingying a friend and naturally didn't wan...