And Qiao Yiyang would not let the Mafia suffer severe damage simply because of madness.
She wasn't considering Qiao Yiyang's interests; rather, so many vibrant lives had perished because of her—how could she bear it?
Lin Xinlan felt this phrase fitted her current situation perfectly: I did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.
She had done nothing, harmed no one, yet so many people had lost their lives because of her.
Overwhelmed with self-reproach and guilt, her eyes filled with agony, she could no longer bear it. She rushed to Qiao Yiyang, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and cried out in pain,
"Stop it! Please, Qiao Yiyang, I'm begging you, stop it. Don't continue this any further! You're making me accumulate such deep sins, do you want to push me to my death before you're satisfied?!"
"Xinlan, what's wrong?" Qiao Yiyang grasped her shoulders, asking with concern.
