Before she could finish her sentence, the man fiercely pushed her away. He glared at her as if wanting to devour her whole, "Lin Yixun, how can you be so vile!"
Vile? In this world, anyone could call her vile, except him, Leng Yixiu!
The last trace of warmth on Lin Yixun's face vanished. She suddenly let out a cold laugh, stopping only after a long while, "Mr. Leng, you seem to have forgotten something. The reason I've become like this is all thanks to you! However, no matter how vile I am, no matter how desperate, I don't want to have anything more to do with you!"
The man's face was ashen, gritting his teeth, "Lin Yixun, you are truly beyond help!"
"Mr. Leng, I have long been beyond saving." Three years ago, Lin Yixun had already died. Now, she was just a walking corpse crushed by life.
