Those eyes still looked soulless, showing no emotion, as if she were just making small talk.
Qiao Zhiyi took a deep breath, "I am not heartless. Anyone who sees you like this would feel heartache."
"Heartache?" Qin Mengsha hooked her mouth into a smirk, her smile looking incredibly eerie, "Do you really feel heartache?"
Qiao Zhiyi knew she didn't believe her, after all, they were not good friends, not besties.
"It doesn't matter who it is, we would all feel heartache." Qiao Zhiyi felt very heavy, perhaps because as a woman, or maybe because she was a doctor, she believed anyone who saw Qin Mengsha like this would feel heartache.
Qin Mengsha stared straight at her, "Do you know how I have survived these days? I was brutally beaten by them, mistreated by them, each one of them venting on me..."
Qiao Zhiyi's complexion grew increasingly worse, not wanting to listen anymore.