Wei Anning looked at him in shock, tears coming down in frustration. Was he blind? Couldn't he see how hard she was struggling?
Leng Youchen watched the tears fall from her eyes. His face was ice-cold as he snarled, "Don't cry. You did something wrong; do you still have the nerve to cry?"
"What did I do wrong?" Wei Anning glared at him with her clear-cut eyes, feeling more and more aggrieved. She hadn't done anything wrong—she woke up to being tortured by the masked man, trapped on this broken island without a way out, and now he was bullying her like this.
She must have accumulated eight lifetimes of bad karma to have been parachuted into this godforsaken place.
The more she thought about it, the more sorrow swelled within her, making her cry even more fiercely.
Her sobbing was giving him a headache, his temples throbbing. He furrowed his brow, wanting to say something kind, but his anger was peaked—how could he back down so easily?
