Little Brat

At two in the morning, Wang Zijing left in a daze. The moment she closed the door, she looked back and saw Qin Baobao sitting on the sofa in the same dazed state, like an exquisite doll that had lost its spirit.

Killing the body was nothing compared to crushing the heart!

Every word Wang Zijing had said in her agitation had struck Qin Baobao right where it hurt.

Yet she felt no satisfaction at all, even losing any desire to press her advantage. If there had been a bottle of wine at that moment, Wang Zijing would have drunk herself senseless without hesitation. This conversation had produced no result, nor could it have.

She had tried being forceful, but when she saw Qin Baobao's tear-streaked face, she ultimately could not bear it.

It really was true what they said: the battlefield changed in an instant. Before she could unleash the entire chain of moves she had prepared, Qin Baobao had beaten her to it with her ultimate.

That girl had probably confessed her feelings for the first time. Could anyone have imagined that beneath her carefree exterior lay such deep, unforgettable love?

No, it was not affection. It was love.

Wang Zijing had no strength to argue, much less deny it.

She only felt that fate was like a naughty child, always playing deadly jokes on adults, while they could not even swat its backside.

Under the dim streetlights, she returned to her car and sat there alone in a daze. By now, it was not as simple as her raising the butcher's blade and cutting off this love that should never have existed. Once she heard Qin Baobao's account, she knew the girl had sunk in too deeply to pull herself free.

In the deep forest, one saw