Without waiting for Wu Qiong to speak, Gu Xia continued, "You're a good girl, now that you're working for your boss, you've lost yourself, turning into something neither human nor ghost. You think you're like me... but you're wrong. My family and friends can tell me apart at a glance... What I have, you'll never be able to imitate... You haven't even captured the essence of my appearance... You've lost your original self, betrayed the body given to you by your parents, living like a zombie... following orders... a slight mistake, and you might even lose your life. As a puppet like this, you have the nerve to mock me? Do you fucking qualify?"
Gu Xia swore at Wu Qiong, not out of anger, but sheer disdain and contempt.
It was these words, this contemptuous attitude, that struck at Wu Qiong's soul.
Making her tremble fiercely...
Yes, many times, in the deep of night, she would ask herself.
