Ke Qing stared at Fu Chi.
When she spoke, her voice had unconsciously taken on a commanding tone, and her eyes were filled with a fierce light.
Fu Chi paused slightly, looking down at the woman in front of him.
A few seconds later, he thin lips pulled into a smirk.
A layer of bone-chilling coldness shrouded his indifferent features, his eyes lowered slightly. The reflection of Ke Qing in his deep-black pupils gave off a horrifying chill.
"She wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for you, right?"
A casual remark.
It detonated brutally inside Ke Qing, her chest heaved heavily, her lips were tightly clenched, her face devoid of color.
Like a dying candle in the wind, she had already lost her luster.
Fu Chi ignored her, not sparing her another glance. He took long strides toward the door; after all, it was his cousin's funeral, how could he be absent?
He had to watch her.
Watch her suffer the consequences of her actions.
