Jing Yunzhao's mind was filled with the scenes of Qiao Weimin's hands and feet in her previous life, especially the day he died. The hands dangled in front of her face and the wretched face made her want to vomit. She only felt better when she saw Qiao Weimin lying in a pool of blood and never getting up again.
Jing Yunzhao suddenly felt a little bloodthirsty. At the very least, she felt like venting her anger when she thought of blood, and she was even a little excited.
After taking a few deep breaths and calming himself down, he wiped his mouth with an innocent look in his eyes.
If she saw Li Shaoyun's reaction, it would only get worse in the future, right?
Fortunately, she was not even 16 years old yet, and there were no elders urging her to do so. She could live a good life without finding a man.