"I suddenly feel that there's no need for me to hate you anymore," Chloe said. "Even though you've done many things to break up Aman and me, I still feel that you are pitiful. It's so pitiful that it's not worthy of me putting in effort to hate you."
"Don't wear a hat!" Nangong said angrily, "Besides, if you're dead now, Chloe, you'll be the most pitiful one, right?"
She took out a dagger and looked at Charlie's face with cold light. Looking at Chloe's tense face, she said coldly, "Or, you've disfigured your face. Do you think Aman will still love you as easily as he did?"
The point of the dagger was too sharp. Chloe didn't feel much pain when it went across her face.
She only felt that when she walked through the grass in the early morning, her ankles seemed to have been scratched by a green leaf. At that time, she did not feel anything at all. When the warm blood flowed down from her face, a trace of pain hit her.