I Can’t Stand Your Presence

The fall was pretty violent. All could be heard was a loud thud on the cold marble floor. Her elbows and knees cushioned the full impact of that fall. From the looks of it, it was almost certain that Yan Ruke could actually fracture her bones. After the adrenaline faded, all Yan Ruke could do was to grunt in insurmountable pain.

Her pain was the least of her worries. To add insult to injury, her body shivered in disgust just by the sound of Yan Qingsi's voice despite the unrelenting pain. Just as Yan Mingzhu had warned that night when she was clearly out of composure and disoriented. Yan Qingsi's very existence was like the plague, this vile woman's relentless obsession with her life was like her very own curse, shrouding her life in a dark voidless mist—unable to shake her off, unable to escape.