She lowered her head and spoke in a small, almost trembling voice.
"Sister Qingya... I was wrong. I understand everything now. I know I don't deserve to be forgiven, but... can you sign the pardon letter for me? Please? I really don't want to go to prison."
After speaking, she didn't dare to raise her head, simply waiting for the other's reply.
"Dream on."
Song Qingya replied lightly with those two words.
"Song Qingya, you!"
Wen Wei could no longer suppress the storm of emotions raging within her.
"You're deliberately toying with me, aren't you? Watching me beg and plead with you like a dog, you must feel pretty pleased with yourself, right?"
The corners of Song Qingya's mouth lifted into a faint, barely perceptible smile.
Gently rubbing her slightly aching lower back, she said with a calm expression, "Pleased isn't the word."
