Gong Shirao stood rigidly, looking at Ou Yimo. She held one hand to her cheek, where the fiery sting of pain lingered, and inside her, it felt like a storm was raging, uncontrollably shouting at that moment.
"I didn't!" Gong Shirao spoke up.
Ou Yimo sneered coldly and approached her angrily:
"You didn't? What didn't you do? You didn't repeatedly appear in front of him, or you didn't break the original promise?"
Because of Ou Yimo's approach, Gong Shirao involuntarily stepped back.
Ou Yimo certainly wouldn't give up. She took another step forward, her expression cold and her tone like ice.
"Did you not tempt him, seduce him, making his eyes linger only on you, or did you not play with him, torment me, making my relationship with him precarious?"
Gong Shirao's pupils contracted intensely, and the pain on her face grew worse.
Ou Yimo's face, backlit, appeared vaguely distorted like a menacing demon, clutching her heart, as if about to crush it.
Ou Yimo continued:
