Shen Lang rubbed her brow, finally remembering where that strange feeling from before had come from.
The clothes he was wearing were clearly the same as the ones on the corpses Yun Mo had shown her.
And that had been three hours ago.
In other words, when Wang Meng was lying among those bodies, he hadn't been dead yet. He might have even been fully conscious.
If she had accepted those bodies back then, Wang Meng would have had a chance to live... but she refused.
She refused that man's so-called "good intentions."
And so, Wang Meng died.
To watch your only lifeline turn and walk away, completely oblivious, would only plunge a person into deeper, heavier despair.
Shen Lang finally understood the bastard's intentions.
He thought this would make her feel guilty and blame herself, that it would cast a shadow over her heart and make her afraid to ever refuse him again.
'...Tsk.'
'He's ruthless.'
'Poor Wang Meng, though. He lost his life for nothing.'
