Jiang Xiyao trembled, struggling to raise her arm. On that fair and beautiful face, fear, doubt, joy, and a multitude of other emotions flickered back and forth, eventually being overtaken by something else entirely.,Back then, I never understood why Qin Qianqian and Jiang Shan Dai did what they did. But later, in prison, it all became clear.,At eighteen, in my second year of high school, with poor grades and no connections at home, Jiang Jianshe's parents had long since arranged a marriage for him.。