"Die, with the child in your womb and the child in your hands—an overwhelming revenge against you, against Song Lili, against Wen Nian, isn't it?"
"Revenge..."
Song Lili's lips touched lightly, muttering these two words.
A scalding rush of blood surged to her head,
"What right do you have to take revenge on me, Song Xiangqiao, when it's just cause and effect, reaping what you sow?"
Song Lili spoke coldly, her voice full of strength, piercing directly into Song Xiangqiao's ears.
"I worked harder than you, I am more beautiful than you, I am better than you! Why can't I get what I want, yet you achieve everything effortlessly? I'm going to take revenge on you!"
Hearing her words, Song Lili couldn't help but laugh,
"All this time, I've overestimated you, Song Xiangqiao; that's just how low you can go. It seems you've forgotten all the things you've done to me."
