Xia Mingzhen persuaded her with good intentions. She had sacrificed too much for him, for Xia Yixuan, and for the Xia family. He did not wish for her to live the rest of her life in hatred; if not, her whole life would truly be ruined.
Shen Yijun vaguely understood Xia Mingzhen's intentions, but determination still flashed across her eyes.
Regret? The edges of her lip lifted. No, she wouldn't regret. She would never.
Sometimes, humans could be really overconfident; and the result of overconfidence was unimaginable pain.
In the car, Xia Ruoxin placed her hand on her lap, her vision hazy. Her heart felt empty, very empty.
"If I was the one who died then, would all of you be happy?" Her lips curved slightly, her smile a little dull.
If she died, would all of them be happy? Chu Lui and that mother of hers.
The car stopped suddenly. If not for the seatbelt, Xia Ruoxin's body would have been thrown against the windshield.
