At this point, a fan suddenly screamed hysterically—
"Yun Shishi, do you know what I hate most about you? I hate how you pretend to be innocent!"
Her back stiffened and she turned around.
The fan scolded her angrily, "If it weren't for you, Sir Xingze wouldn't have died! If not for protecting you, he wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries that he didn't stand a chance of survival! You caused his death! If it weren't for you, Sir Xingze wouldn't have died!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Shishi's mind went blank!
"Yun Shishi, you don't deserve to live!"
"The one who should have died is you! Why didn't you die!? Why didn't you die!?"
Why didn't you die!?
Yun Shishi's face was as pale as snow, and her dull-colored lips quivered. Suddenly, she turned around. Her sallow face was drained of blood, and the gauze covering her eyes had fallen to the ground from the crowd's shoving.
She was in a mess. A real mess.
