C57 I'm sorry i can't forgive you(2)

Wen Qingyan looked at the two people in front of her. They could have been relatives, but yet they insisted on acting like this.

Her arms hung naturally at her sides, her hands clenched into fists. In a place they couldn't see, her nails dug into the tender flesh of her palms so tightly that she couldn't feel the pain even if she bled. Her pain felt as if it was filled with anger.

"I'm sorry