She looked at Xiao Ye, at the man who was just a step away from her.
At that moment, she felt as if the man before her was like the sky she was just staring at, high and distant, unreachable.
Dragging her feet, she moved forward, slowly and gently, because with every little step, her wounds on her body would pull and hurt so much she couldn't breathe.
She reached the front of Xiao Ye and said, "Xiao Ye, do you think I'm terrible, resorting to any means necessary to achieve my goals?"
Xiao Ye looked at her coldly, at her face that felt so familiar yet foreign, and coldly spat out a few words, "I'm leaving."
It was out of respect for Yao Beikun that I came to see you.
Having this brief conversation with you is to fulfill your last wish.
These few minutes have already been enough for him.
So, he turned around and left.
