Shen Weiyi thought Lin Chu couldn't wait for her to die.
Lin Chu seemed to have heard a funny joke, the arc at the corner of her lips deepening, her exquisite and bright features more dazzling than sunlight.
"Die?"
Lin Chu's heart was small, that heart could only hold one person when alive, and when it decayed, it could only bury one person.
To Shen Weiyi, she was just an indifferent spectator.
Just like those other characters, no special treatment.
"Miss Shen is doing well, why always think about dying?"
Shen Weiyi smiled elegantly, "After all, my mind is small, always thinking on the bad side. I even thought you quite hated me."
After all, everything started with that incident.
"Why would I hate you?" Lin Chu's eyes were filled with laughter, but her voice was extremely indifferent, "You can't wrap fire in paper, one day Lu Huai'an will know the angel he so lovingly protected is actually a murderer. Tsk, tsk, tsk, just thinking about that scene is thrilling."
