Hua Yan opened her eyes and looked at him with annoyance and hatred. Some people's despicableness doesn't come from the fact that they killed you but from the way they insist on tearing and grinding the cruelty right in front of you, watching you wish for death.
The heaviest torture in the world is none other than a life worse than death.
Hua Yan's mind buzzed as if a million swords were piercing through her, causing her to bleed profusely from the inside out. This time, she clearly saw herself reflected in his eyes, pale-faced, like a ghost.
No, not even as good as a ghost.
She turned her face away and closed her eyes again, letting her heart tear apart inch by inch.
