Giancarlo pursed his lips. His gaze that landed on Jazmine's deranged face was especially cold. If one looked closely, one could notice that there was more to his gaze.
Jazmine, who was laughing so hard that she was shedding tears, looked like someone driven to madness.
She looked frantic. "Giancarlo, good for you. I was so stupid when I fell for you back then. If I could go back in time, I wish I had never known you."
Her decisive words along with her remorseful eyes stabbed Giancarlo's heart as if they were invisible knives.
He was expressionless, and no emotions could be seen.
All the emotions in his heart were turned into pressure, spreading and filling the air.
Under such a great kind of powerful momentum, Yoselin was uneasy. She felt that her heart was squeezed by an invisible
