Bei Yun was not happy, truly not happy.
Qiao Xiaomai's expression hinted that she had once held some expectations for him, but he had once again crossed her bottom line and shattered her limits.
Now, in her eyes, he had become completely disconnected from what it means to be human.
Even the perpetually gentle Bei Lingsu, trembling all over, along with the other girl who wouldn't usually initiate action against him, had thoroughly come to see him as nothing but a beast.
Suddenly, there was an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.
For so long, the suffering of others had been his joy, his happiness always built on the foundation of others' pain. But now that joy was gone—what meaning was there left in his life?
As Bei Yun began to contemplate the meaning of life again, Bei Lingsu on the other side was worn out from her frantic efforts. She had never imagined someone could be so utterly depraved as to deliberately spread poison and cause a plague.
