He had witnessed it with his own eyes: the girl he cherished most crying as she kissed another man.
What did that feel like?
Xie Jinbai wished he had been struck blind.
That he had seen nothing at all.
His mind shattered. The agony was worse than having his heart pierced by ten thousand arrows.
But before he could even process the shock and pain, her poison began to act up.
And so, he couldn't afford to care about anything else.
He couldn't care about her kiss.
He couldn't care about petty jealousy.
He couldn't even be bothered to finish off Shen Tingyu while he was at it.
Until now…
Recalling that scene, a bitter acidity churned in Xie Jinbai's chest. His eyes were bloodshot, and he could barely suppress his murderous intent.
Cui Lingyao couldn't comprehend a fraction of his anguish. She only felt she was about to die from being wrongly accused.
