"To think that even after death, becoming a ghost, I'm still bullied by others, having to read their faces just to consume a human, am I really that worthless?"
"But no matter how worthless I am, there will always be those more worthless than me, of even lower standing. Just like..."
"You."
Fierce Ghost reached out towards Yi Qingyan.
The girl suddenly felt it hard to breathe, her heart seized as if grasped by an icy hand, a chilling sensation spreading throughout her body.
She furrowed her delicate brows, covering her chest.
"People like you, living in this world without anyone caring, are undoubtedly the lowest of the low."
"Just... just for that reason..."
In agony, Yi Qingyan bent over, using her hand to support herself.
"Yes, that's right. This world is so unfair, so laughable, right? But you have to learn to accept it."
Sun Wen wore a look of utter satisfaction.
