At this moment, Qi Jieyu's complexion was terrible. The radiance that once illuminated her features and the confident, brisk demeanor were gone. Now, her face was pale, her eye sockets slightly sunken, her gaze dark and gray. Crow's feet had appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her whole presence emitted an eerie chill.
In the look she cast towards Ye Xunhuan, there was a maliciousness so intense she seemed as if she wanted to tear him apart with her eyes alone!
Yet, Qi Jieyu's state was only to be expected—after all, Ye Xunhuan had live-streamed the murder of Qi Shijie to her, and she had watched her only son die right before her eyes. The fury and hatred in her heart were unimaginable.
Even though everyone hides and conceals the hatred in their hearts, how could she conceal such a deep grudge, such intense hatred?
Seeing an enemy would always ignite the fiercest emotions!
