The air in the hospital room seemed even quieter, making Li Qianrui's voice stand out, high and piercing. She burst into tears, "No, Li Ru, you can't agree... you reject her."
Wen Yi turned her head and smiled at her, "The window is open. If you're so principled, then jump. Dying to preserve your purity for your beloved man is admirable. How about this, after you die, I'll spend a pretty penny for a plaque in your honor, how does that sound?"
Mo Shichen, "..."
He raised his hand and turned Wen Yi's face towards him, "Enough, you've done enough."
This woman's lipstick might as well be laced with poison.
Li Qianrui was already chocking with anger from Wen Yi's words, a sensation close to suffocation yet without any outlet. Finally, as the man spoke out in her defense, the way he redirected her face seemed so affectionate.
