Ru Feifei was untouched by the bitterness of betrayal, unscarred by the pain of regressed memories. She was sunlight in a world preparing to drown in shadows.
"It is beautiful," Ling Yu admitted, her tone gentler. "But beauty hides teeth, Feifei. Don't let the glitter of the waves blind you."
Ru Feifei tilted her head, puzzled. "You always sound like you're expecting something terrible. We're safe, Yu-jie. The Jiang siblings are here, so naturally, they have their guards here too, and that guy, He Xun, brought his people too. What could possibly go wrong?"
The innocent optimism in her friend's words cut sharper than any blade.
But Ling Yu did not answer. What good would words do? Even if she explained, even if she poured out the horrors of her past life, Ru Feifei would not believe her. She would only laugh and brush it aside.
