The blood red word slowly spread out on her white dress. It looked terribly grim and mournful.

Xia Qingyue moved her head down slightly and glanced at the bloody word in silence. When she looked away, there still wasn’t a bit of emotion in her eyes. There might never be any reciprocative, unconscious, or uncertain warmth in her eyes ever again.

The word and the bloody hatred within it pierced through everyone’s heart and soul like a poisoned blade...

This man had the ...