"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, a piece of paper was thrown hard on Lin Chen's face, and the sharp edge of the paper drew a tiny blood mark on his fair skin.
The burning sting was nowhere near as real as the ice-hardened voice in my ears.
"Lin Chen, from now on, we will never have any grudges!"
Lin Chen slowly raised his head, and what came into view was a beautiful but extremely cold face.
Su Wanyue, the most beautiful woman in Qingyun City, was also his former fiancée.
At this moment, she was looking down at him condescendingly with a disdainful look like looking at trash. That moon-white long dress made her look like an immortal, but it also made her words even more ruthless.
"Who... Are you? Are you worthy of me?"
