Han Juyou stood on the roof of the eighteenth floor, the autumn wind rustling her hair. Tears welled up in her deep, almond-shaped fox-like eyes, trailing down past the heart-shaped tear mole on her left eye.
Her eyes were filled with exhaustion, as if she had lost all hope in this world, an exhaustion tinged with a measure of disgust and hatred...
She hated this world. She hated why her fate had to be so tragic, why she always had to be the loser!
Chapter 379