Qin Youxue felt an overwhelming surge of anger rush to her chest. Aside from the fury, what dominated her emotions was heartbreak.
She couldn't even put into words what she was feeling at this moment. Her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms. If she didn't use the pain to divert her attention, she might very well punch Luo Xiuhui's hateful face right now.
She had thought she no longer held any expectations for them, yet now, with this happening, she realized she could still feel hurt.
"No." Qin Youxue raised her head and looked at Luo Xiuhui. "Think I'll donate my kidney? Don't even dream about it."