"Iris, why wasn't it you who died?"
Venomous words, as if dipped in poison, spilled from the man's handsome lips. Iris's pupils shrank violently, and she felt a bone-chilling cold.
"I truly regret meeting you," Brandan said. "In my whole life, I've never been more disgusted by anyone. Why are you even alive in this world?"
These were words that truly pierced the heart.
Iris never knew that the power of words could be so terrifying.
Especially since these words came from Brandan's mouth.
Her face gradually turned pale, almost to a bluish hue.
She looked into the eyes of the man in front of her, seeing the malice in his gaze that seemed to pierce through her heart.
After saying these words, Brandan took a step back, withdrew his gaze from her, and left without a glance.
Iris stared blankly at his back, and finally, unable to stand, she knelt down on the ground.
