In the hospital room where Ding Min was, the effects of the anesthesia slowly faded, and she gradually opened her eyes to the buzzing of people talking nearby.
All her memories came rushing back at once. She was so furious, knife in hand, ready to kill Bai Xiao, that woman who had audaciously taken away the happiness that belonged to her, her man, her position, the man she had loved for almost a lifetime. She couldn't swallow this indignation.
From a young age, she had been the pampered darling, and the superior living standard at home had given her a huge sense of superiority. Whatever she wanted, she could have, whether it was in studies, work, or even friends. But now, the setback she was experiencing in her relationship was almost unbearable for her.
She had intended to die together with Bai Xiao, but Ayuan had, for that woman, not only taken a stab from her but also knocked her unconscious.