"..." Ling Muye stood stunned, his expression complex, unable to utter a word.
Sheng Qianxia met his complex gaze, her tone calm and indifferent, "Every crossroad is just a choice. You chose to destroy me, I chose to walk towards him."
With that, she pushed him away.
If it weren't for Gong Beiyao, she really didn't know what she would be like now; perhaps she would be dead, perhaps she would have become Ling Muye's plaything.
But she wasn't; she had her luck.
And she cherished that luck very much!
Pushed by her, Ling Muye instinctively stepped back, his expression ashen and lifeless.
—Every crossroad is just a choice.
—You chose to destroy me, I chose to walk towards him.
Each word was like a long sword dipped in poison, striking right at his heart.
His blood seemed to instantly recoil back to his heart, soaked with poison, then scattered throughout his organs and limbs.
Ling Muye's complexion turned paler by the moment.
