Su Luo clutched the bedsheets tightly in her hand, tears shimmering fiercely in her eyes. Although Jingrong had not spoken any harsh words, she felt nearly driven mad by him. He knew her all too well, understood precisely what mattered most to her, and thus, with a few casual remarks, he could make her completely lose her reason.
In a frenzy, she yelled, "Stop pushing me, stop it! Jingrong, you clearly had left Q City, so why did you come back? Why do you keep clinging to the past? How could you be so loathsome, so disgusting? You think you're so great, huh? You think you're the only one I wish was dead? I'm telling you, your own little sister wants you dead too. She's the one who conspired with my mother to ruin you. Why don't you have someone run her over instead? Go on, but you had to get Lingling killed!"