"My life... is over. Over!"
Qiao Yun screamed angrily, and soon she started panting heavily, looking particularly pale.
Yang Peiyun was terrified and immediately ran out to call the doctor.
After two hours of fussing, Qiao Yun's condition gradually calmed down.
Yang Peiyun sat by the bedside, holding her hand tightly, and gently comforted her, "Xiao Yun, don't worry... don't worry..."
"How can I not worry, in another month they'll be married. By then everyone will know she is Fu Nancheng's beloved! I'll have no more chances..." Qiao Yun shook her head with a bitter smile, her eyes filled with crazed jealousy.
Heaven really was unfair to her, why did she have to work so hard to be liked ever since she was a child, why did Qiao Mo enjoy luxury all these years, while she had to live a wandering life.
Why was Qiao Mo born so beautiful, while her own face was disfigured. Why did she have such a good man loving and caring for her, yet she was left with nothing!
