"Is it?"
Qin Yiren was seriously ill, and her spirits were low, she spoke lifelessly, "I don't think it's necessary, after all, I've already loved the worst kind of man. If someone else still likes me, I might have to learn to be grateful."
Her slightly sarcastic words turned into invisible sharp blades, effortlessly causing both of them to bleed.
Chu Xinian was silent for a moment, then said heavily, "Everything was my fault, it has nothing to do with you, there's no need to belittle yourself."
"Is this your consolation?" Qin Yiren laughed indifferently, "Chu Xinian, at this point, even I can't believe such words anymore. Actually, I lost to Ji Manman utterly, and yet you still won't let me go..."
Remembering Mrs. Chu's aggressive questioning, Qin Yiren's mouth tasted bitter, and she asked weakly, "Do you really want to push me to death before you're satisfied?"
"Yiren, I don't like you talking nonsense."
