Ling Weihao took the cup in his hand, drank with a sigh of relief, seemed to think, raised his eyes and looked at Yang Shuting who was standing in front of him, her face gradually turned bloody, and her lips were reddish and full. Not long ago she had fallen ill, her face was as white as a blank sheet of paper, and her lips were cracked and bloodshot.

She became ill because of his violent impulse. Although he feels guilty towards her, he doesn't even have a trace of guilt now. Instead, he feels that she wanted it this way, and she is ungrateful and has angered him.

Yang...