"I know what Jingwan has done to you."
Song Yaoyao's eyes were very clear. When she heard this, her eyes did not waver at all. Her small hand gently patted his back.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I only know the truth now."
His voice was hoarse. "If I knew, I would have definitely disciplined her properly. I would have never allowed her to hurt you and target you time and time again. She has become like this partly because I spoiled her. I—"
"You want to plead for her?"
Song Yaoyao pushed him away and stood up. She tilted her head and quietly sized him up.
"I won't let her go. We have a long-standing feud. She owes me two lives."
"I'm not—"
"In your eyes, she's just jealous. But, in my eyes, she's capable of murder. Song Jingwan has always wanted me dead."
When the girl in front of him said these words, her tone did not change at all. It was so calm that it made one's heart ache.
