Chapter 1116

She was exhausted, very, very exhausted. She did not want to hate or love. She did not even want to live. Pain gripped her chest every time she breathed, and her head felt like it was being slashed. She had no one left to love. All the people she cared about had left her. The love she once regarded as her salvation was the source of her destruction. She couldn’t help but look at herself and think that she was downright sinful, disgusting, worthless, and unworthy of redemption. She should die, just die… She covered her face. Weston was right. She had planned to kill him. What difference did it make to who died? She already had the idea of killing someone. Or maybe he was right, maybe Zachary really did die because of her… Because of her inattention. No matter how it went, the boy died from the oleander, didn't he? It was oleander was cultivated by her own hands. Stella suddenly broke out into fits of laughter from the uncertainty and sorrow. She didn’t know why she was