As soon as Ling Yunshu returned to the apartment, she first knocked over an antique vase at the entrance. The vase fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, and a small shard flew up, grazing the back of his hand, leaving a scratch.
He felt nothing, just slightly lifted his eyes.
Ling Yunshu walked inside, smashing whatever she saw. Today, she wore exquisite makeup and a beautiful white long dress, as breathtaking as the first time he saw her.
But now, that beautiful face was instantly torn apart, replaced by anger, ferocity, hatred, and her twisted soul.
He stood quietly at the door, calmly waiting for her to smash everything in the apartment to pieces, before softly saying, "I booked a flight for three this afternoon. We should be leaving."
