After Li Chunhua left her room, Li Caiyi spent the next two hours writing to calm down her mind properly. She didn't know what she wrote, but she realized she had written quite a lot by the time she finished. Her old habit kicked hard, it seemed.
Her emotions would stabilize when writing, letting her mind become calmer. It felt like she was unleashing all her messy and untangled thoughts into her writing.
Now that Li Chunhua had taken a step for herself, Li Caiyi also needed to think about her next step. Her initial plan was to use her father's affair against him. Still, with the additional evidence in her hand, she felt like Li Jirong's affair was just a grain of salt compared to that.
"That evil and scummy man. He'd better get purged in hell after his death," Li Caiyi muttered grudgefully. She had never had an urge to kill someone so strongly before. Her whole family's misery came from this man, and she had to remove this cancer as soon as possible.