Why Must Two Innocent Souls Suffer at Each Other's Hands?

Jin Jingsen nodded with a cold expression, "He lacks the virtues of a man! Shameful!"

The conversation between Li Zhi and Jin Jingsen overturned the beliefs of everyone on the set, leaving them in a state of disarray.

Jin Zeliang stood frozen in shock, feeling as if a thousand arrows had pierced his heart.

With a heartbroken roar, his handsome face displayed a shattered sense of collapse, "Li Zhi, why did you humiliate me like this? Why did you treat me this way? I am innocent!"

"Li Zhi! Anyone else can doubt me, but not you. Because of me, because of us..."

Li Zhi's finger traced the button on Jin Jingsen's collar, her peach blossom eyes gleaming with coldness.

Aren't these the same words you, Jin Zeliang, cried out at my sickbed in our past life?

You advocated the theory that victims are guilty, didn't you?

But now that the tables have turned, you can't handle it!

Humiliate you? Are you even worthy?