Rong Mo's petite face was pale as a sheet as she gripped her hands tightly, digging her nails deep into her palm to endure that throbbing pain within her.
She did not know why Yan Zi was telling her everything.
Right now, she had to stay calm—she had to find out Yan Zi's motives.
Despite how she was still silent and indifferent later on, it was clear from her expression that she was no longer as calm as before.
Looking at Rong Mo's cautious gaze, Yan Zi could not help but chuckle out.
She then said softly, "It's not that I'm trying to apologize to Mo Feifei. What's done is done… Even if I apologize, it's of no use. Besides, I've already gotten my revenge. My entire life is just like a never-ending joke. The people dearest to me and those I love the most gave me nothing but…"
Sniffling, she could not help but allow her tears to flow once more.
