Room 8. Shen Qiang leaned limply against the wall, her eyes closed. That was all she could manage. This world was too absurd; she loathed Yin Xia Mo so intensely, wishing Luo Xi would never have to see that woman again.

Yet, facing the unconscious Luo Xi, who showed no will to survive, the only thing she could do was summon Yin Xia Mo and beg her to save him. Jenny’s eyes turned red. She lowered her head, allowing tears to silently trace paths down her cheeks. The moment she discovered Luo Xi’s suicide, seeing his blood stain the bathroom floor crimson, she had resented Senior Sister Xia Mo, hating her for having the heart to leave Luo Xi and marry another man.

But—watching the pale, trembling figure of Senior Sister Xia Mo, her voice fractured beyond coherent words, standing before the unconscious Luo Xi, Jenny suddenly realized that beneath her senior’s habitually strong and serene exterior, perhaps lay an inner fragility deeper than most people possessed. “...Luo Xi... how much... how much do you hate me...” Yin Xia Mo whispered, her body starting to shake uncontrollably.

She moved closer, staring blankly at him, her voice hoarse. “...Do you hate me so much that you had to use such a cruel method... to declare your victory...” In the sickbed, Luo Xi’s face was ashen from blood loss. He was deeply unconscious.

He seemed unable to hear any external sound. “But, do you think you’ve won...” Her eyes dimmed like the night. She gently extended a hand, seemingly intending to touch his dark hair, but her fingers froze mid-air. “You’ve only...

only... turned both you and me into losers... You hurt yourself... and in doing so, you are using that pain to hurt me again...” “Wake up...” “Why are you lying there unmoving...” “Don’t you think this is foolish...” “If I truly didn’t care about you...

even if you died... what harm would it do to me...” Her fingers trembled, and suddenly, she offered a distracted smile, as if Luo Xi were awake and not merely in a coma. She spoke to him very softly, very lightly, “...You rely only on the fact that I like you... I like you...

so you can cruelly send me to hell like this... is that it...” “What nonsense are you spouting?!” Shen Qiang couldn't help but snap, striding over. She first cast a look of anguish at the unconscious Luo Xi on the bed, then glared at Yin Xia Mo, full of fury. “He’s dying!

He’s dying! Due to excessive bleeding leading to heart failure, he’s already been resuscitated five times, yet he remains in a coma! And you speak such mocking words now! Are you truly that venomous?!

Are you only satisfied when you watch him die?! What is your heart made of?! Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution—?!” “Miss Shen...” Jenny hurried over anxiously, whispering, “You’ve misunderstood Senior Sister. She isn’t mocking Luo Xi; she’s deeply distressed too, can’t you see?

And please speak softly; the doctor warned against loud noises, as it affects Luo Xi’s recovery...” “She’s distressed?! She looks like an idiot! She hasn’t shed a single tear! The blood flowing in her body isn’t blood, it’s ice!” Anger surged in Shen Qiang’s chest, but knowing Jenny was right—no clamor was allowed in the sickroom—she managed to unleash the torrent of her words in one go before grinding her teeth and storming out, slamming the door behind her!

Silence settled back into the room. “Will you die...” Seemingly unaware of what had just transpired or anything she had heard, Yin Xia Mo gazed oddly at the pale, unconscious Luo Xi and said: Summer’s Foam III