Perhaps it was the sight of someone from Huaxia that made Mu Ruyue feel no aversion toward her; instead, she felt a sense of closeness.
"Mu Ruyue."
"Mu Ruyue? That's a nice name, it just feels a bit familiar. It seems I've heard it somewhere before, ugh, never mind. I don't want to think about brain-consuming things," Yao Yunqing shook her head and said, "Xiao Yue, how do you think we've changed in Huaxia? Could we be dead? I wonder if that jerk would regret it after seeing me dead, or if he would feel remorse with that green tea bitch? I don't think so. If I ever have the chance to go back to Huaxia, I'll definitely break up with that jerk and let that scum man and scum woman be together."
Yao Yunqing felt somewhat sorrowful; the only thing she couldn't let go of was her mother.
She wondered if her mother would be devastated upon learning of her death and whether she would manage to emerge from that grief.
