Seeing Zhao Yixing like this, Rong Yanqiao didn't feel particularly happy. She had once poured her heart and soul into Zhao Yixing, only to end up being treated like a ghost by him.
"Have you ever felt guilty?"
Rong Yanqiao coldly stared at Zhao Yixing.
Zhao Yixing did not feel guilty, otherwise, he wouldn't have left her behind alone.
He certainly wouldn't have watched her being consumed by the fire with his eyes wide open.
Yet, for some reason, she couldn't help but ask him this question.
Zhao Yixing immediately crawled to her like a dog—
"Qingqing, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, give me a way to survive, I beg you, I beg you..."
As Zhao Yixing spoke, he kowtowed to Rong Yanqiao.
She used to love hearing him call her "Qingqing," because his voice was low, hoarse, and gentle.
Before she could say anything, Rong Qingze kicked him away with one swift motion.
Zhao Yixing let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Rong Yanqiao just watched coldly.
