Nasty, dirty, stomach-turning...
The cutting words felt like invisible, flying knives that stabbed Ji Yi's heart, one after the other.
Her face looked a little pale, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably as she clutched her clothes.
After everything, she'd made a miscalculation. She figured that if she pretended not to hear anything he said, she wouldn't be hurt by him. Who would've thought that the things he said could actually hit her weak spots?
Even so, she still refused to let him see her suffering.
Ji Yi swiftly lowered her head to hide the emotions surfacing in her eyes and forced herself to not be affected by his words.
Everything was the same as when she ran over to confess to him that night four years ago; she wore this exact same impassive look.
Her apathetic response affected him deeply, making him lose it and hurt her in a crazed frenzy.
