She was a stain.
In Rong Che’s heart, it turned out that her image had always been this unbearable. An Ruoxue’s heart felt as if it had been ruthlessly pierced by sharp, jagged thorns.
Fresh blood gushed from the wound in her heart, flowing through her veins and spreading throughout her entire body. The pain felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her flesh and blood simultaneously.
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