This trio of people is irresistibly eyebrow-raising.
They had clearly come to dine after a shopping spree, hands filled with a fair share of spoils from the battlefield.
Fu Shiyi was arm-in-arm with Sheng Qian, with Cheng Yao following on the side, looking more like a lackey, her presence paling in comparison to the other two.
Su Wanxin's gaze, deep and dark, settled on Cheng Yao, her eyes flickering with a cold light.
She really hadn't been happy lately, brimming with anger with nowhere to vent it.
She remembered the several times she had encountered Cheng Yao, that room from over a year ago, that tombstone, the photograph upon it.
Scene after scene flashed through her mind, she knew Cheng Yao was the amulet that had replaced her, but toward this "colleague," she couldn't muster a friendly attitude.
Thinking back, Su Wanxin had known Fu Shiyi for a decade or so; how come she had never seen Fu Shiyi and this person pictured together before?
