But looking into Su Huan's calm eyes, she suddenly didn't know what to say.
Even though there were many things she wanted to say, they were stuck in her throat and she couldn't spit them out.
Zhang Min downed her glass of red wine, hoping to wash away whatever was blocking her.
She smiled bitterly, "It's nothing, just a bit of luck, a bit more luck than those who died, and I survive by chance."
"It must have been hard for you."
The man's voice was low and deep, but in Zhang Min's ears, it was like a thunderclap.
It sent a shiver through her entire body, making her heart tremble.
The unwillingness clogged in her throat and the grievances buried deep in her heart surged out in an instant.
The hatred she had accumulated for so long was shattered by this single sentence.
Inexpressible mixed emotions instantly moistened her eyes.
"What... did you say?"
