Li Qiyu's body stiffened, her pupils blank as she stared at him.
He could have said anything else, yet he chose to stab her with the wounds she once suffered, sprinkling salt and pepper on her heart riddled with scars. The most painful spot on her foot was being ruthlessly crushed and ground by him.
Li Qiyu's lips turned pale from the pain, as if her most vulnerable spot had been deeply wounded.
Bo Yeyuan actually said that her unlikableness and the abuse she endured were because she was detestable. Was she born to be hateful?
He had never helped her when she was being tortured, nor did he lend a hand when she sought retribution afterward. After a long time, she hadn't even uncovered the details of her torment; he knew nothing, yet now he accused her of harming others, saying she was venomous, that she deserved to die!
Li Qiyu closed her eyes, trembling, her body shaking with rage.
