"Song Qinghuan!" Shi Yuhuan's voice grew cold, with a chilling sense of menace hanging on his lips, "Are you looking for death?"
Tears dropped with a plop, and Song Qinghuan cried out, "Yes, I am seeking death!"
She averted her gaze, looking at the pitch-black space in front of her, sobbing, "You clearly warned me against having any fantasies about you, but I still like you. Not long after our marriage, I fell in love with you. When you told me coldly that you were tired of me, I couldn't forget you and couldn't blame you. You can see how jealous I am. I know you went to find the missing Zhan Jie. I'm not worried about Zhan Jie at all, I'm just jealous in my heart. I'm angry at how you could just leave me behind for her. I've become so bad, it's all because of you, Shi Yuhuan, it's all your fault. What drug have you given me?"
