In Han Kexin's view, Qin Ruan was nothing more than filth that had crawled out of the muck. How could she ever compare to the pampered life that she had led since childhood?
The resentment in Han Kexin's eyes was entirely captured by Qin Ruan.
Her lips curled up in a smirk, amusement danced in her eyes, and her voice was filled with dismissiveness and ridicule: "I'll live a long and fulfilled life, it's a pity you won't be able to see it."
Then, the smile faded from her face, replaced by a look of contempt: "As for what happened in the past life and this life, you'll discover everything once you reach the Netherworld.
However, don't hold out too much hope, since you didn't have the last laugh in your past life and in this life, you died a gruesome death. This is your retribution."
Completely infuriated by Qin Ruan's condescending, superior tone, Han Kexin retorted: "Don't be smug, Qin Ruan. Your retribution is coming!"
