For a long time, Sheng Qianxia heard herself speak in an extremely hoarse voice, "These are your words, not Qingxue's! I won't believe a word anyone else says!"
Luo Yanxi was stunned, her eyes brimming with disbelief, and then she continued viciously,
"These are exactly what she said! Do you think she'll smile and bless you for betraying her with the person she likes most? Stop dreaming; she's not the Virgin Mary!"
Every word from Luo Yanxi was like a poison needle piercing Sheng Qianxia's heart.
Sheng Qianxia's pupils seemed to be filled with painful emotions, and she said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to listen to you, I need to hear it from Qingxue herself!"
Sheng Qianxia said this as she forcefully shook off Luo Yanxi, bending over to pick up the black sweater she had dropped.
Luo Yanxi clung to Sheng Qianxia unwaveringly, "Sheng Qianxia! Just wait, you won't be happy, because you don't deserve it!"
