"Always give her a glimpse of hope, and when she feels that there's a light at the end of the tunnel, snuff it out. Then, somewhere else, show her a hint of light again." Adrian Zhekova's eyes slightly lifted at the corner.
The cold glint in his eyes was like the tip of a blade, making everyone present shiver.
Adrian Zhekova's heart was so dark!
This was like cutting flesh with a soft blade, torturing a person to death!
It was like tying a radish in front of a donkey, making it chase after the unattainable goal.
The donkey always sees food in front of it and keeps chasing after it, but it can never reach it.
Although the donkey wouldn't die, Wendy Clarke would.
But the process was more or less the same.
Although harming Wendy Clarke was a small matter.
No one present would care about a nobody like her.
But Adrian Zhekova even wanted to torture this nobody, not letting her die outright.
He wanted Wendy to suffer between life and death.
