Wei Anning's face was deathly pale as she felt as if she had been stripped naked, standing bare before everyone, subjected to their scrutiny and measure. It was clear that all this humiliation was brought upon her by Wei Anjing.
"Wei Anjing, why don't you just die?" This was the first time such venomous words had come out of Wei Anning's mouth.
Anyone could tear open her wounds, but Wei Anjing was the only one who couldn't.
If it weren't for her, she would just be a simple, happy freshman at the University of London, not enduring so much inner torment.
Wei Anjing saw her eyes red and fierce, as if they would bleed at any moment, and felt an immense sense of satisfaction. Every time she saw her carefree look, she felt hatred. Why was she so miserable while she could still be so happy?
She had vowed to drag her into hell together!
