Sleep eluded Jiang Ciyou that night. Even with her body spent, her mind refused to rest. She rose and settled into the wicker chair on the balcony, where she remained until the first light of dawn. She wrestled with a decision. For all the years of Xia Ling's betrayals, for all the wrongs she had suffered, Jiang Ciyou had never truly tried to destroy her. She was, after all, the one who had pulled