"Remember, if Zhinu dies, it's not my doing. It's you who abandoned her, forcing her onto a path of death yourself."
Chen Zhixing's indifferent voice echoed continuously in Li Changsheng's ears.
Beside him, the profound light mirror continuously played scenes of Lvu Zhinu carefully mending clothes for him, waiting for his return.
These two images intertwined continuously in Li Changsheng's mind.
"Ah!!!"
Clutching his head, Li Changsheng felt as if his head was about to explode, letting out painful howls.
Seeing this, Chen Zhixing couldn't help but narrow his eyes. It was close, it was getting close. Li Changsheng's psychological defenses were nearing a breaking point.
With just a little more pressure, perhaps Li Changsheng might collapse on his own!
The next moment.
Chen Zhixing composed his thoughts, his tone carrying a heavy sense of mocking laughter:
