The rain showed no sign of abating.
In the depth of night, it played out such a melody, shrouding those deeds hidden in darkness.
The woman's words were brazenly cold, cruel, and threatening.
She raised her chin and sneered: "You'd better not have any regrets, otherwise...I will let you experience your own share of regret and sorrow."
Bo Qingyu bowed his head, pulling out a cigarette from his packet.
He put it between his lips, unlit.
He shot the woman a sarcastic glance.
"Thank you for your advice, but unfortunately, people like me don't have regrets."
Words spoken.
He casually turned his back and walked away, leaving Kathy staring insolently at his retreating figure.
Kathy watched as the figure grew smaller and farther away.
A feeling of suffocation spread through her chest, her years of hatred yielding no relief. She was unable to bring herself to take action openly.
You'd better not have any regrets.
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The weather in the Capital was relatively humid.
