Seeing that Ji Yu emerged unscathed, Song Xuan was utterly despondent. She had never imagined that all her painstaking efforts would amount to nothing, like drawing water with a sieve.
"Why are you still alive? They clearly promised me they'd get rid of you cleanly and thoroughly. But they failed to deliver on their word. I just can't understand why you're so impossible to deal with."
She was now teetering on the edge of madness. It was evident that her mental state was highly unstable, and the jealousy in her heart burned fiercely.
"So this is your reason for trying to kill me? Just because of some petty romantic grievances? Is that why you're so determined to stain your hands with blood?" Ji Yu had never imagined that someone could make such a drastic decision over matters of the heart.
"No, you wouldn't understand. It's not just about romance. It's because you're far too perfect. Everything in your life always goes so smoothly. How could I not be jealous?"
