The conversation finally ended with Song Jici walking away.
Fu Zhenzhen merely clenched her fists, ignoring the blood seeping out as her nails dug into her flesh, and stared fixedly at his retreating back.
Malice and hatred churned wildly in her eyes, turning into a destructive gleam.
She had underestimated these people.
She had thought that spending six years laying her trap would surely let her keep a firm hold on Song Jici.
But Song Jici seemed not to care even about himself anymore.
Was his bond with Jiang Nian really that deep? So deep that even sending Jiang Nian away for six years had failed to change it?
Six years ago, she had made the system send the troublesome Jiang Nian away. She had even carefully timed her search for the kidnapped Song Jici, all so she could take credit for rescuing him.
Yet by the time she arrived, Song Jici had already escaped from the kidnappers on his own?
Unwilling to let such a perfect opportunity slip away, she had used the system's help to find a group of human traffickers, arranged for them to abduct her, then led them to Song Jici.
Sure enough, Song Jici had been captured by those human traffickers.
Fu Zhenzhen had been very pleased. Now she could prove her usefulness, couldn't she?
She had bandaged the injured Song Jici, shielded him from the traffickers' punches and kicks, and given him all the food she had left. At last, she had gotten him to lower his guard a little.
But that wasn't enough.
She wanted to replace Jiang Nian and become the white moonlight in Song Jici's heart.
So after obtaining Song Jici's ring necklace, she had lured the traffickers away, giving him a chance to escape.
Then she had returned straight to