Hearing what Song Qinghuan said, Bai Rubing desperately told herself not to believe, not to believe.
But at the very center of her chest, there was an unbearable restlessness, the only certainty was that it felt like something heavy was pressing down, incessantly, until at last she seemed to be on the verge of suffocation.
She knew the reason for this discomfort.
Such restlessness, and even some fear, stemmed from the thought that if, just if, what Song Qinghuan had said was true, then she had dragged Song Qinghuan to hell with her and failed to truly avenge Shi Guozheng. When she met Shi Guozheng down there, he would certainly curse her to death.
Curse her for not avenging him.
So, she should verify it, yes, she should verify it.
If she found out then that Song Qinghuan had actually deceived her, she would kill Song Qinghuan immediately. After all, she had a knife on her, and without any help, Song Qinghuan was no match for her.
