Weren’t you all waste too

"I've never felt that I'm a waste, so that's why I am standing here right now, regarded as one of the strong."

When she mentioned the two words "the strong", Ye Qing Luo's intonation added some shades of ridicule.

Following that, her tone gave some leeway as she calmly continued, "These people, were once waste who had been ridiculed by others, and had shed tears, begging those so called strong people to let them off."

"You feel that, you cry, you beg, you express your weakness, your lowliness, would they possibly let you off?"

Ni Ruo Pan quivered, as her enlarged pupils seemed to be tangled by some weird emotion, which was slowly growing.

She propped up half of her body as she kneeled sitting on the ground, her brain continuously recalled the words that Ye Qing Luo had said.

Will they?

No.

These people had no sympathy towards others, even if she was on her last breathe, these people would continue to ridicule her, humiliate her.