"What do you think?" she retorted.
"..."
Mo Lan asked with a cold laugh, "Do you think I should have feelings for you?"
Qi Ruigang's face turned dark and terrifying.
If it were any other time, his look would have made her shiver in fear.
But now, when she no longer feared death, what was there to be afraid of?
Since death was inevitable, why not fight back.
"Qi Ruigang, you have caused me seven years of harm and suffering. You don't know how often I dream of your death! Do you think I have feelings for you?!" Mo Lan grasped his collar, screaming fiercely.
"In this life, my greatest wish has been to get rid of you! Now, my wish has changed; my greatest wish is to watch you die! Only when you are dead will the resentment in my heart dissipate!"
Qi Ruigang slightly widened his sharp eyes: "You wish for my death?"
"Yes!"
"Slap—"
Qi Ruigang slapped her across the face with force, and Mo Lan fell, her cheek instantly swelling red.
