When Wen Wanzhi closed her eyes and kissed him, she also felt like she had gone mad.
Deep in her heart, she always had some feelings for Bao Yancheng.
Latterly, she couldn't quite identify what that feeling was.
But the thought of the person who once cherished her, yet still indulged with Xiang Yiran, caused a piercing pain in her heart.
Her selfishness swelled boundlessly.
Before she died, at least before her life came to an end, she hoped Bao Yancheng would always look only at her.
Be it hatred or guilt.
It made her feel like the days awaiting death were at least not so lonely and hard to endure.
Bao Yancheng kissed back dominantly, his burning palm pressed against the back of Wen Wanzhi's head, pulling her into his embrace.
With a flip, Wen Wanzhi was pinned underneath him, her breath unstable from the kiss.