She extended her own hand, slender and delicate, with fine skin that was pleasing to the eye, yet it bore a sickly pallor, nothing like that of ordinary people.
"You see, what's different about these hands compared to yours?" Ye Ranran curled her lips into a smile: "That pain, I should let you taste it."
"Don't always say I'm not a good person, and don't feel too sorry for me, because you, have never been kind to me." She had long been merciless to her, so how could she show kindness in return?
So it will be, until death does us part.
Looking at Ye Ranran's pale hands, Song Yue suddenly laughed slyly: "Ye Ranran, do you really think I'd let anyone get the formula so easily?"
Jun Mochan knows to keep one move hidden, does she not know as well?
"What do you mean?" Fan Rou suddenly grabbed her collar.
"It'll be fun once you kick your poison addiction, maybe you'll never get over it, ahhahaha." Song Yue laughed maniacally.
