Yun bixue lowered her head and bit her lower lip. When she heard Xi Chun 'er call her a B * tch, she felt so much pain and hatred!
It didn't matter if she suffered a little, but she hated it when others talked about her mother.
This had crossed her bottom line.
Although she told herself not to be rash, Yun bixue couldn't bear it when it involved her mother.
"Xi Chun 'er, no matter how vicious you are, no matter how you hit me, you can't change the fact that no matter what you do, no matter how much you scheme, you can't compare to my mother. You can't be compared to her, you're not on the same level ..."
With a loud slap, Yun bixue's face was smacked to the side again.
Yun bixue reached out and gently wiped her face. She realized that her hand was covered in blood, and it was obvious that her face had been cut again.
It hurt, it really hurt. She had almost never suffered such pain before.
But it couldn't be compared to the pain in her heart.
