Qiao Mo was silent. Usually, Qianxun always seemed so cute and cheerful; she never knew that Qianxun hid such a secret in her heart.
"Do you know what I hate about you the most?" Yu Qianxun stepped forward, fiercely pinching Qiao Mo's chin, a hint of pleasure flashed across her face as she saw the blood streaks.
"After painstakingly getting close to you, I ironically discovered that you had amnesia!"
Qiao Mo's thin lips pressed lightly, her face pale, without making a sound.
"I thought that even if Qiao Dehou wiped out your crimes, you should live in pain and fear day and night, suffering endlessly. But unexpectedly, you had amnesia! You enjoy everything with peace of mind. Your life is smooth and your future is bright! You are so happy, so serene! You don't even know what crimes you committed!"
Yu Qianxun's hand was very strong, nearly digging her nails into Qiao Mo's chin, her eyes full of ferocity.
Qiao Mo was speechless, yes, she couldn't argue against Yu Qianxun's words.
