Wang Xueya breathed heavily.
Like a fish entangled in seaweed,
she struggled but still couldn't catch her breath.
In the end, she leaned her head on the pillow and said weakly, "I'm like a fool. I fell for someone else's trap. I destroyed myself with my own hands."
Destroyed—
She used a very serious word.
Chi Yue realized something, her gaze suddenly turning cold.
If there were no visible injuries on Wang Xueya's body, then what else could destroy a girl?
"Little raven." Chi Yue silently touched her hand, soothing her like a wounded little animal, "Is it very serious?"
Wang Xueya nodded.
After a long while, she looked at Chi Yue with her red-rimmed eyes, her eyes brimming with tears, "Will you despise me?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The Wang Xueya in front of her was a girl Chi Yue didn't recognize. She was no longer optimistic and happy, no longer strong and smiling—
Chi Yue didn't dare to think what she had suffered.