Lan Yue staggered a few steps, a bitter smile hanging at her lips.
Could it be that even leaving the continent for hell, there is still no place in this man's heart for her?
"Feng Jingtian, you truly have a ruthless heart!" Lan Yue suppressed the bitterness and pain in her heart, raising her blue eyes to gaze at that perfect face, "I have loved you foolishly for so many years, and now I don't even mind everything you did to me when I was alive. Yet, you still hurt my heart like this. What about me, Lan Yue, is not worthy of you? Is your heart truly unable to hold another woman besides her?"
Feng Jingtian's face grew increasingly grim, a chilling coldness enveloping him.
At this moment, the man's red hair danced wildly in the wind, like a demonic charm making Lan Yue's heart tremble.
Especially his expression, dark and suffocating...
"In this world, the least worthy of me is you!"
