"Oh? Are you done talking?" Li Si interrupted coldly. As for the Li family, she was not interested in knowing more.
Tian Yaruo's eyes grew warm with emotions. "Fine! Enjoy your meal, then! Goodbye!" With that, she could no longer hold back her tears as she covered her mouth and ran toward the restroom.
Watching her retreating figure, Li Si felt a tinge of bitterness in her heart. However, the things Tian Yaruo had done, one after another, were simply too unforgivable.
Sure, she seemed pitiful. But who wasn't pitiful? Was she herself not pitiful? Back then, she had foolishly donated her bone marrow—what did she gain in return? So the saying, "Those who are pitiful must have something hateful about them," really was a timeless truth.
