"You... you... stop talking nonsense..."
"You know in your heart whether I'm talking nonsense or not."
After saying this, Jiang Ling suddenly curled his lips, then leaned close to Murong Dun and whispered.
"Someone like you doesn't deserve Jiang Lai at all, do you know? But none of that matters anymore. Guess what, if Jiang Lai knew about the things you've done, would she still forgive you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and saw Jiang Lai, who had briefly regained consciousness, struggling to sit up, staring at Murong Dun in disbelief. Her chapped lips opened and closed for a long time but couldn't utter a word, finally taking a deep breath and slowly closing her eyes, as a tear gradually slid down from the corner of her eye.
The look of despair and sadness was like a hand directly tearing Murong Dun's heart apart.
