Once Lin Yue finished, she collapsed on the ground, having kept this matter hidden in her heart for so long. Now that she had finally spoken about it, Lin Yue seemed to completely lose her strength and fell powerlessly.
The moment Cenhuan heard Lin Yue's words, she froze, reacting only when she saw Lin Yue collapsed on the ground. She helped Lin Yue to a nearby chair. Although she tried her best to remain calm, the news still deeply unsettled her.
"The knife was the source of infection..." Lin Yue slowly began, looking at her injured finger. A bitter smile appeared on her lips, but her eyes filled with sadness.
How could this be?" Cenhuan was still overwhelmed by the shock, looking at Lin Yue, "What about Zhuo Xiangqiao? Does he know?"
Lin Yue nodded, "Xiang Qiao knows; Wei Ziyun told him when I eavesdropped." Her lips could no longer hold a smile, drooping slowly as her lashes could not hold back the sadness in her eyes; tears began to fall.
