Two weeks had passed.
In just fourteen days, so many things had happened that it felt as though time had quietly slipped out of my control, moving forward whether I was ready or not.
The first news I heard was about An Yuwei.
Her face had been ruined. When the report first reached me, my reaction was complicated. I felt shock, disbelief, and then a sharp, bitter anger that rose unexpectedly in my chest.
It was only then, only after hearing the details, that I finally understood the truth. The person who had harmed me that day was An Yuwei herself.
The realization settled heavily in my heart. All this time, I had been thinking it was the villain, that woman who was harming my life, but now, the answer was painfully obvious.
An Yuwei ruined my face all because of a stupid thing called jealousy.
I was angry. Truly angry.
