Chen Wanwan painfully recalled the past, her words filled with an utmost sense of reluctance.
"…until one day, a little girl was in an accident there, a family of three, and only she barely clung to life. — The little girl was truly beautiful and adorable, but when I saw her, she was already covered in blood, struggling to breathe. I couldn't bear it, so I approached her, trying to sustain her life…"
Chen Wanwan's expression was wooden, the picture of despair greater than heartbreak.
"Yet, she still didn't make it through… I could only carefully preserve her soul, and all the motivation sustaining her soul's existence was waiting for you to marry her!"
"But now…"
She cried and laughed as she looked at Yu Dandan, "Now, you can't even fulfill such a wish… Clearly, clearly you had promised!"
As she spoke, the Spiritual Power Rope around her body tightened continuously, and she involuntarily spat out a mouthful of dark, foul-smelling blood clots.