Su Yan suddenly felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained, even her legs went weak.
The color drained from her face in an instant, revealing a sickly pallor.
She held onto the bed to barely steady her shaky body.
At that moment, she clearly felt the last warmth of her life slowly being stripped away like silk from a cocoon.
Her mind was blank with disorientation; she never expected that such a drastic change would occur.
Su Yan slowly crouched down and extended her arms to embrace herself.
The happiness she thought she had lost was within reach.
Yet now, the revenge he delivered was easily attainable.
Shen Chizheng lowered his gaze to her form.
His cold eyes fixed on her, scrutinizing her pale complexion without missing a trace of emotion.
He asked word by word, "Su Yan, are you sad?"
"..."
She did not answer, and he mockingly repeated the question, "Do you actually feel sad?"
