"Even just a little bit, how do you see me?" Yan Yue asked, eyes red with hope.
Confronted with her pitiable appearance, Ruan Tianling said coldly, "To me, you only evoke one feeling... and that is disgust!"
Yan Yue's pupils dilated, likely the cruellest and most hurtful sentence she had ever heard in her life.
"Disgust?" she echoed in disbelief.
"Yes!"
Yan Yue couldn't help but laugh. She didn't know what she was laughing at; it just felt absurdly funny.
But Ruan Tianling had no interest in watching her laugh. "Speak, who is that man?"
Yan Yue's smile faded as she replied coldly, "He is..."
"What?" Ruan Tianling didn't catch what she said.
Yan Yue leaned in close, her lips slightly parting, "If I can't have you, then Jian Yufei won't get to have you either!"
Before she could finish her sentence, the knife in her hand stabbed viciously toward him—
Ruan Tianling's eyes narrowed sharply as he quickly grasped her wrist; the tip of the knife had already pierced his clothes.
