After her transformation and rebirth, she manipulates the innocent and ruthless to overthrow the wor

It was a rainy day, with dark clouds filling the sky and raindrops falling like fine hairs. The whole world was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, making it appear exceptionally peaceful and hazy.

He was idly playing cricket fighting with his friend. The tiny crickets chirped and scurried about in the delicate jar.

Although his eyes were fixed on the cricket, he seemed somewhat absent-minded, idly fiddling with the straw in his hand, his heart filled with a sense of emptiness.

Until suddenly someone told him, "Your childhood sweetheart has arrived."

Upon hearing this, the friends around immediately revealed gossipy eyes, and some even slightly raised the corners of their mouths, revealing a meaningful smile.

He blushed and retorted, "What childhood sweethearts? Don't talk nonsense!"

However, his body betrayed him; almost instantly, he stood up and ran downstairs.

When he rushed to the door, all he saw was her standing there quietly, soaking wet.

Raindrops fell like broken beads, rolling down her hair and dripping from the hem of her clothes.

However, her gaze was incredibly firm, without the slightest hesitation or retreat, looking straight at him as if she had a thousand words to say, and as if she carried an undeniable power that made his heart tremble.

He heard her voice tremble slightly as she said:

"Please help me."

Seeing her soaked in the rain, he quickly pulled her inside and asked someone to help her change her clothes. He was filled with worry at her disheveled appearance.

While waiting, he thought about many things.

How did he and she meet?

It was a warm spring day, the sun shining on the earth. Dressed in men's clothing, she mingled freely in the bustling market, throwing money at beggars as if sprinkling water.

This made him curious.

At that time, when she saw a crowd of people watching the woman who was selling herself to bury her father as if it were a play, she did not hesitate at all and resolutely chose to help her.

Back then, her eyes were just like they are now, filled with a moving determination.

This made him yearn for it, and he wanted to get to know such a person.

After they met, they chased butterflies together; they caught fish and shrimp together; they listened to music and fought crickets together. She loved anything that involved childlike play and frolicking.

Yet it was this childlike Xiao Ran who spoke up under that tree.

"I don't like him either."

Her words echoed in his mind.

A sudden sense of loss washed over him, as if a stone were weighing on his heart. He didn't understand why he felt this way; he just felt an emptiness inside.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ran, having changed her clothes, walked in. The moment her figure appeared at the door, it was as if time stood still.

"I want to go to prison, can you help me?" she asked bluntly.

He meant to blurt out "Why?", but somehow it turned into "Okay".

Xiao Ran is gone.

Under the drizzling rain, a gust of wind swept by, making her hair flutter wildly. But when the wind subsided, the soft, boneless figure under the oil-paper umbrella, just like her resolute gaze, walked towards the distant horizon shrouded in the autumn night.

Nangong Ming suddenly smiled.

She wanted to go to prison.

so what?

As her best friend.

Helping her is what he should do.