However, at this moment, Liu Yuxin's legs were trembling slightly, her body seemed unstable, and she reached out without a sense of security to grasp the person who had been following behind her, the force of her grip turning the girl's fair skin pale with no blood showing, yet the girl only silently endured it, her head bowed without uttering a word, as if accustomed to it.
The girl, radiant with elegance and untainted by the slightest dust, her bearing beautiful and pure, gave her a faint smile, seemingly oblivious to her currently fragile state, and delivered an answer that made life worse than death. With a voice soft and beautiful, she uttered the cruel words, "I am Gu Qinghe, the one you call despicable." Her eyes were full of irony.
The crowd suddenly gasped, although they had guessed it, it was different from her admitting it herself. They looked at Liu Yuxin as if looking at someone who was about to die. They knew what would come of this person just by thinking about it.
