Ji Yan took a step backward, her frail body wobbling, as she looked at Leng Shaoqing with a gaze devoid of warmth.
"Leng Shaoqing, do you think I would be grateful to you? You are utterly mistaken. Not only have you failed to save me, but you have also burdened me with a debt of life that I cannot unload. Ye Rui was such a kind girl; how could you be so cruel? Is your heart even made of flesh?"
Ji Chen lightly tugged at her sleeve and shook his head, signaling her to stop, as Leng Shaoqing's face gradually turned ashen.
"Yanyan, enough, Shaoqing did all this to save you..."
