Chapter 451 — Pitch Black
Purple Streets of Chang'an · Page 4 of 4
All this over a mere hundred taels of silver lent to Jiang Yan, and already he stood suspected of leading her astray... Plainly, a soft-hearted fool reaped nothing but trouble.
What was he to do now?
Explain himself to Song Yantang?
Would the man even listen?
A fellow like him probably counted for less in Song Yantang's eyes than a dog he kept.
And if he did not explain?
Then everything he had won through all his grinding toil would simply drain away like water!
Chen Jia gazed up at the night sky and felt that his life was like that sky, pitch black, without a single glimmer of light.
Yet for some inexplicable reason, Jiang Yan's eyes rose before his mind.
Black and lustrous, fixed steadily upon him, filled with nothing but trust.