The faint scent of blood on the man felt all too familiar to her.
Without waiting for Lu Xiaoyou's answer, Long Xiliang provided his own. He laughed coldly:
"You're heartless! You can never truly love anyone! You just enjoy pleasure, and as long as anyone can give you that feeling of joy, you welcome it, don't you?"
Lu Xiaoyou looked at him in confusion. What was he even talking about?
Why was he looking at her with an accusatory gaze, as if she were some heartless betrayer?
"Nonsense!" Lu Xiaoyou hiccuped, the taste of alcohol lingering in her throat and mouth, "I do have a heart! I have loved someone, but the one I loved... died! He was killed by me...!"
The massive iceberg floating on the Arctic Ocean cracked open.
With a thunderous crash, the enormous iceberg shattered, collapsing like an avalanche, countless ice blocks pouring into the sea.
She said the one she loved died.
And it was she who killed him with her own hands.
