"Wuuu—" The sob she had held back for so long echoed through the silent room.
In the end, Ye Xinglan was still a young woman. After suddenly going through something like this, how could she possibly be as indifferent inside as she appeared on the surface?
Her first time had been given away in such an absurd, inexplicable manner—and in a Soul-Powered Car, no less!
To be honest, the moment she came to her senses, Ye Xinglan had even had the thought of cutting Nan Fusheng down.
In that instant, the flames of hatred and fury had blazed in her chest, nearly robbing her of reason. But in the end, reason overcame impulse. She slowly unclenched her fists and gave up that dangerous idea.
Because she knew very clearly that, in that out-of-control state, she had been the one who involuntarily forced Nan Fusheng.
During that chaotic process, it wasn't as if Nan Fusheng had not resisted. He had also struggled and fought back with all his strength, only for her to be slightly stronger, causing his resistance to end in failure.
From that perspective, Nan Fusheng seemed to be the true victim of this accident, suffering a completely undeserved calamity.
Now, Ye Xinglan lay alone on the bed, tears still streaming down. The pain and confusion in her heart tangled together, leaving her feeling utterly helpless.
She did not know how to face Nan Fusheng, nor did she know how to face her own heart. The road ahead had become blurred in her eyes, as if shrouded beneath a thick layer of fog.
"What's wrong? You seem to have become a little lost?" The Baozu Worm's voice rang out in Ye Xinglan's mind, instantly snapping her back to herself.
A trace of anger and grievance flashed through Ye Xinglan's