"Xiaoyue..."
Konglan bit her lower lip, trying to control her emotions. Her nose scrunched up involuntarily, and a faint furrow of sorrow appeared between her brows, only to dissolve into endless tenderness as her eyes moved.
'How long had it been since I felt such complex emotions?'
Perhaps on the day she founded the Purgatory Factory, she had dedicated her entire being to the Weird Lord, and all her emotions had become the foundation for the factory's growth.
She was the supreme President.
And in the eyes of outsiders, a crazed and fanatical believer.
Most employees hated her, wishing they could grind her bones to dust. Some respected her, viewing her as a monarch in absolute control. Amidst it all, her own emotions had been gradually fading.
Until now!
Deep down, her emotions churned. She truly felt she had made a mistake.
It was like a mature older sister, hardened by the trials of the world, doubting her own innocent younger sister.
This was wrong.
