Shu Yimo was too weary to even offer a defense.
"You know what you've done, Bai Xiexie. Ever since we were little, whatever I could have, you'd find every way to snatch it away from me or simply destroy it. There's something seriously sick in your heart, and it's not a mild illness. Haven't you felt it yet?"
Shu Yimo stated indifferently.
"I'm sick? I think you're the sick one! I love Fan Lingjue, and what's wrong with fighting for the one I love? Besides, let's not forget, Ling Jue has never liked you from the beginning—you willingly gave everything, debased yourself. Who's to blame for that? Do you really think that just because you gave your all, Fan Lingjue is obliged to marry you? Haha, what a joke! By that logic, if I gave my all to Long Chengyu, would he dump you and fall for me instead?"
Bai Xiexie sneered coldly, her eyes chilling as she looked at Shu Yimo, her face full of sarcasm.
Upon hearing this, Shu Yimo's expression darkened, "Don't compare him to Fan Lingjue."
