Linna shrugged her shoulders and let her gaze fall on Wei Anning's shoulder, adopting an air of can't-be-bothered-to-talk, "I'll go get a doctor to treat your wound."
After saying that, she sashayed out of the room.
The breath caught in Wei Anning's chest, torturing her. She was so angry she wanted to cry, but also felt so useless, holding back the tears until her eyes reddened. Why should she bow down to evil forces?
He bullied her like this; she should never pay attention to him again, let him know that she was not to be trifled with.
Her eyelashes felt itchy, and when she touched them with her hand, the moisture on her fingertips revealed her weakness. She puffed her cheeks, scolding herself for her lack of spirit, and reached out to angrily wipe away her tears, the more she wiped, the more fiercely they fell.
