Qin Qin survived, but her child died, and her face was disfigured.
Hatred, like a venomous snake, constantly devoured her heart.
Over the years, she went from having nothing to controlling the entire Carlo Family, enduring step by step until now.
If it weren't for the thought of her lost child, her ruined face, she might not have made it till today.
Qin Zi coughed lightly twice, her vocal cords had been injured, making any cough painful.
She glanced outside, the sky was pitch black, like it had been covered in thick ink.
Thinking about her return to Ning City, with the day of her revenge drawing closer, her mood improved.
Wedding? Qin Zi laughed coldly.
The next morning, Qin Zi carried a bouquet of white lilies to Qin Qin's grave.
Last night it snowed, the cemetery was desolate, blanketed in white snow.
Qin Zi walked for a while before finding Qin Qin's grave.
