Mi Yao looked at him, "I just don't understand why those people carved dozens of cuts on your face two years ago. I think they should have dug out your heart!"
Feng Yueming's gaze darkened as he watched the girl with a poignant and hoarse look, the girl he had loved for a full twelve years. Now, her love had finally turned into hate.
"Mi Yao…"
"Don't call my name, the Mi Yao of the past is already dead! Feng Yueming, if you've got the guts, kill me now. Otherwise, I will use the rest of my life to make sure none of you have it easy. I want Su Zhishui to pay a blood debt in blood, and I want you... to live a life in agony!"
Having said that, Mi Yao turned on her heel and left.
Huangfu Jianchen, holding a black umbrella, walked forward and took hold of Mi Yao's fragrant shoulder, leading her away.
