Wang Sijing slung the stone knife over her shoulder, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, focusing on Lin Tian.
People with hatred can never be at ease each day; they definitely feel like they have a fishbone stuck in their throat, a giant stone weighing on their heart.
Saying that a gentleman takes revenge even after Ten Years?
That's complete nonsense!
If revenge isn't taken, meals aren't tasty, sleep isn't restful. Let alone Ten Years, Wang Sijing doesn't want to wait even a year!
This guy is currently lying on the ground, looking lifeless, like a stray dog. Seeing this sight, Wang Sijing's heart blossomed with joy; her face bore a smile under the setting sun's glow, yet it appeared quite mad.
Suddenly, Wang Sijing burst into laughter, laughing so hard that her waist bent, and tears came out.
This is not exaggerated in the slightest; after avenging a great vendetta, can't she laugh a bit?
After laughing, Wang Sijing's expression returned to gloom.
"Humph! Well-deserved!"
