The hostile look made Yu Wei pause for a moment, not really wanting to speak.
However, seeing the anger in Chu Jiao's eyes, she seemed to understand what she wanted to say. After hesitating for a while, she nodded.
They walked to a secluded alley.
The smoke-grey stone bricks paired with a matching ground gave a subtle charm.
Both ends were lined with small Western-style houses, making it very quiet during the day, except for the ever-vibrant banyan trees that stood tall even in winter.
Gazing at Yu Wei, Chu Jiao sneered and began, "Miss Yu, I wonder if this life as a wealthy wife is treating you well. Have you ever, in the middle of the night, thought about a man who loved you with a madness, filled with wounds, both inside and out? Even pushed to the brink by you?"
Heart trembling.
Yu Wei knew whom Chu Jiao was referring to, but she still asked, "Sorry, who are you talking about?"
