"Lady Su, why would you think that? Your Brother Yue Ming only looked at this report in order to quickly catch the culprit. Don't you want to punish the evil doer?" Mi Yao stepped forward.
Zhishui quickly stepped back, looking at Mi Yao fearfully as if she held a deadly weapon that could harm her. "Why are you still here? Why haven't you left? Are you staying to mock me? Brother Yue Ming, why won't you let her leave? I know now, I know, you like her, you've already abandoned me for her. I don't blame you, but why do you have to look at my report with her? Do you think I haven't suffered enough?"
Feng Yueming pressed his thin lips together, "Zhishui, you're overthinking it!"
"I know you all look down on me, no one likes me anymore. I'm so detestable, then why am I still alive? I might as well just die!"
Zhishui let out a devastated scream, and suddenly, a cold dagger appeared in her hand. She plunged the sharp tip of the dagger into her own chest.
