"Yan Chun Hua... even while I'm doing this to you, even knowing that I want you to understand what those women went through, I feel disgusted with myself for becoming even a fraction of the person you are."
Jiang Yue's gaze did not waver as she watch Yan Chun Hua cry on the carpet.
"I hate that I'm using the same kind of fear you used against them just to make you finally feel something."
Her fingers slowly curled at her side.
"Do you know how twisted that is?"
Yan Chun Hua's lips trembled.
"You made me feel disgusted with myself simply for wanting justice."
At first, Jiang Yue had never intended for things to come this far.
She had wanted to deal with Yan Chun Hua properly.
Find the evidence.
Build an airtight case.
Make sure everything Yan Chun Hua had done could be brought into the light with facts that no one could dispute.
That would have been enough for her.
She had never been interested in hurting someone simply for the sake of hurting them.
