A cunning glint flashed through Jiang Xinyue's eyes. Her voice trembled with love and poison. "I've loved you for so many years. I've endured humiliation, pain, rejection… all for you. Why should I step back now? Why should I give you up? It's not wrong to love you. The only wrong thing… is those women who dared to take what belongs to me."
Her fingers curled into fists.
"They'll pay," she whispered viciously. "Every single one of them who stands in my way will pay… starting with your precious Tang Xiyu."
Her gaze hardened with unbreakable resolve. Then she inhaled deeply and stood up. She moved quickly, gathering her clothes and putting them on with urgency, wiping every tear from her face until no weakness remained.
When she finished, she turned back toward the bed. Her eyes landed on the crumpled bedsheet. Faint traces of last night remained—his warmth, the scent of his body, the blood that symbolized the beautiful moment where he claimed her.
