At that moment, when Gu Qingcheng spoke, Ye Rong's face turned extremely unsightly.
"Qing... Sister Qingcheng…"
She stammered, calling Gu Qingcheng's name, her body trembling uncontrollably, tears spilling over, exuding an aura of fragility like a delicately poised porcelain doll.
Gu Qingcheng's eyes were cold as she stared at Ye Rong.
She had known Lu Chi before she knew Ye Rong.
Back then, Ye Rong was just as meek and delicate as she was now, a sight that made everyone reluctant to scold her for her mistakes.
In both her past and present life, Gu Qingcheng couldn't be bothered with Ye Rong.
Especially now, in her reborn life, where she only sought revenge, she had no time for someone like Ye Rong, who appeared weak but harbored deep schemes.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault back then." Ye Rong's face was full of remorse as she admitted her mistake. "Sister Qingcheng, it's been so many years, please forgive me. I know I was wrong."
