Luo Xiaoyi, you stole my man, do you think I don't know? There's a saying, do you know how a frog dies? Put the frog in a pot of water, then turn on the heat, scorching the bottom of the pot. The water gradually warms up, and the frog feels increasingly comfortable in the water, until finally, the frog is boiled to death in the pot…

Luo Xiaoyi, this is your destiny...

Ou Zihan looked at Bai Zhi with a warm smile. This was the woman he loved—beautiful, kind, and always considerate of others. The things he felt were off before were probably just his imagination.

Bai Zhi's voice was sweet, and she was kind-hearted and sincere. Hearing her words, Luo Xiaoyi felt even more guilty. She had treated them like family, but she had taken her husband's place. She felt so guilty that the air around her felt suffocating.

She is now suffering not only emotional torment but also pangs of conscience. She is in so much pain that she wants to escape, but she has no choice but to endure it here.

"Cheers!" Luo Xiaoyi and Luo Shaoyi said in unison, clinking their glasses with Bai Zhi and drinking it down in one gulp.

Luo Xiaoyi felt a bitter taste, and her heart ached as well.

Just drink it like that, savor the bitter taste, drink until you're dizzy, drunk, and completely unconscious, then you'll feel better...

Afterwards, she didn't know what the people at the table were saying, and she didn't care. She started to pour herself a drink and poured wine into her mouth. Tang Yu kept her company and silently accompanied her, clinking glasses with her frequently and drinking with her.

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