Li Yeqi was furious, grabbing the tea cup from the table and flinging it at Yan Luoxi. Yan Luoxi did not dodge, and the cup hit her forehead, splitting her skin open as blood gushed out.
She sat there motionless, her pair of pitch-black eyes staring unblinkingly at Li Yeqi. The hot, crimson blood quickly blurred her vision. Her lips curled slightly into a sneer, and she said, "When I first saw you and Li Mama, I was very envious of the feelings between you. Back then, I thought to myself, in 20 years, will Li Yeqi and I be as happy as you two?"
Li Yeqi watched the blood beads rolling down her cheeks. His palms trembled slightly, yet he forced himself to calm down. He sneered, "With your background, Yan Luoxi, you dream of happiness?"
