He Chen's words deeply stabbed Yin Mo.
Her gaze became stagnant, unsure how to react.
Because what He Chen said was not wrong.
Yet her advantage was also her greatest disadvantage and sorrow.
If one could live carefree, who would choose to hide in the shadows where the sun never shines?
Could she?
Blind loyalty of her parents to Charlman, and the control and suppression by Xiao Yehui over the years, surviving among jackals and tigers, who could see her difficulties?
Everyone said she, Yin Mo, was incompetent and foolish, not having lived her life, even struggling to survive seemed to become cowardice.
Yin Mo had a charming and enchanting face, but her eyes were hollow and dim, like a flower on the verge of withering.
With a smile on his lips, He Chen meticulously traced Yin Mo's eyebrows and eyes; his handsome cheeks deepening with amusement, "With that expression as if your heart is dead, do you want me to give you a knife to end your remaining days?"
