"So, perhaps I should still thank you."
Fu Chi seemed to let out a faint laugh, filled with indescribable ridicule and vicious cruelty that drew blood without inflicting visible wounds.
"For making my father remember my mother even in death."
He leaving these words floating lightly in the air.
Not caring about Ke Qing's expression, he turned away nonchalantly.
Is it painless? Then he wouldn't mind driving her nuts.
Action drives a person mad with love, indeed.
Subtly.
From behind him came a suppressed roar, spreading the boundless despair and sadness.
A powerful woman finally tore off her disguise, revealing her long-suppressed longing that she craves but could not have.
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"What happened?"
Jiang Ruan had not missed the apparently heated conversation between Fu Chi and Ke Qing.
Seeing the man returning.
She subconsciously lifted her hand, which the man naturally grabbed, and then their fingers entwined.
"It's nothing. Just let her die with a clear conscience."
"Huh?"
