Luo Yanxi's face grew increasingly unpleasant.
Qingxue continued:
"Your petty revenge is nothing more than a fear of returning to prison, but you want me to just leave the world I love? That's absolutely impossible. I love playing the piano, and no matter who tries to stop me, I will play it for a lifetime! So, give up on this, I'm living well and I definitely won't die."
"And also, you think you can provoke me to relapse? Dream on! I had a heart transplant three years ago; this heart is not as fragile as you think. Moreover, you could hurt me in the past because I once considered you my friend, but now what are you to me! How dare you provoke me!?"
Luo Yanxi felt that Qingxue seemed like a completely different person.
The Qingxue she knew was so easy to bully...
Constantly ailing.
She appeared so fragile that it seemed anyone could easily trample her underfoot.
But now, she's like a resilient grass, looking soft, yet unyielding.
I don't believe it!
