Only Beitang Chuxin knew how much she loathed Ming Mei. From their earliest encounter to the present, their longstanding, festering resentment made Ming Mei the devil in her heart. Only by bringing about her demise could she live as a normal person.
When Ming Mei was doing well, she was not, and when Ming Mei was not doing well, she felt comfortable.
Even if Ming Mei wasn't speaking at this moment, her arrogant and irritating demeanor, looking down upon her from a lofty position, was enough to get Beitang Chuxin's blood boiling.
Beitang Chuxin's chest heaved violently, the pain on her face burnt like flesh maggots relentlessly burrowing, the angrier she got, the more intense the pain. She felt as if flames were flickering on her wounds.
She had been injured for nearly ten hours before Ming Mei was hospitalized, but Ming Mei was perfectly unscathed, appearing as if nothing was wrong. Yet, her injuries were not only showing no signs of improvement, but also getting worse.
