After Su Li dealt with the little bastard born to Song Jiayu, she felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from her body.
Returning to her room, the door clicked shut behind her, but Su Li felt as if she had been sucked into a dark vortex, her mind churning and unable to find peace for a long time.
She walked over to the bed and collapsed onto it with a thud, her back against the mattress, burying her face in her hands. That towering, monstrous hatred clung to her like bone-deep venom, savagely gnawing at her soul.
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