Ye Zhao's laugh was so cruel it sent a chill down everyone's spine. The fighting stopped, and everyone retreated to either side, not daring to make a sound. For a moment, the only thing they could hear was the patter of rain; even the wind was clear.
Ye Mingyue's hand, braced against the ground, clenched suddenly. Her nails dug deep into the mud.
She stared at Ye Zhao, only a few steps away, and her stomach churned. The taste of blood she had just suppressed rose in her throat again.
The person she had thrown out months ago had now become someone who could crush her with ease. The realization gnawed at her heart like a poisonous snake, tormenting her until she felt she would go mad.
She couldn't accept it!
"Ye Zhao..." Ye Mingyue had just begun to speak when Ye Zhao's languid glance pinned her in place.
Father Fang and Mother Fang hadn't expected Ye Zhao to arrive so quickly. They weren't stupid enough to miss the situation, either. Thinking about what they had done to Ye Zhao, their legs trembled uncontrollably. They didn't dare breathe too loudly; all they wanted was to get away.
Father Ye and Mother Ye looked ashamed. Remembering what had happened before, they felt both affection and resentment toward this daughter of theirs. "Ye Zhao, we're sorry. We wronged you before. We never thought Ye Mingyue was so calculating! We're truly sorry. Can you forgive us?"
Father Ye said, "That's right. She deceived us, too. We had no idea she'd done so many things to hurt you! If we'd known, we never would have treated you that way!"
"Deceived?" Ye Zhao laughed. "Then why didn't you let me deceive you? When I told you I hadn't hurt Ye Mingyue, why didn't you believe