Zhao Hanchen watched her unperturbed, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, word by word he stated coldly, "Of course, I am not worthy."
Qiao Jingxue couldn't express how utterly desperate she felt in her heart; she had never thought Zhao Hanchen could be so ruthless towards her.
The soreness on her cheek kept reminding her that the man before her truly had not a trace of pity for her.
"Zhao Hanchen, you are truly pitiful," Qiao Jingxue said with a cold laugh, the mockery in her eyes thick. She curled her lips and enunciated each word:
"Someone like you doesn't deserve me, let alone Cheng Weiyue! You coward, are you sending me to the sanatorium now because you really think I will harm Cheng Weiyue? You are just deceiving yourself! Convincing yourself that you are protecting her!"
A fierce color flashed through Zhao Hanchen's pupils.
He said coldly, "Qiao Jingxue, provoking me benefits you in no way; you'd better shut your mouth!"
