Xu Feifei looked at Qinglang, a cold smirk playing on her lips. "Ha, delusions? Yes! I am deluded! Otherwise, how could I have been fooled by your promise for ten years. Qin Lang, if you hadn't been so outrageous, would I have done this? I, Xu Feifei, believe — I've done more than enough for you these past ten years, I never betrayed you."
Feifei had a deep resentment bottled up inside. She needed to vent it; otherwise, she felt like it might torture her to death.
"Qin Lang, you know what? What I hate is not that you broke your promise, nor that you loved another woman. What I hate is that I've done so much for you, and in the end, all you wanted was for me to die. Qin Lang, I knew all along you were heartless, but I never imagined ... that you could be so conscienceless."
