Wen Xinya slowly put down the phone. Her pupils were dim with traces of malevolence. A chilly calm was cast over that delicate face, adding to her elegant features a measure of aloofness, cruelty and harsh beauty.
Her fingers brushed lightly across the mobile phone in her hand, as gentle as the petals of a flower. Her lovely lips curved slightly, bringing with it an exquisite sense of wonder.
The people who hurt her Grampy. She would never let a single one of them off.
Xia Ruya getting disfigured from the car crash, living a life worse than death.
Ning Shuqian, are you ready for me?
"Who called you?" Si Yiyan enveloped her in his arms. Her soft body emitted a faint fragrance, gradually arousing him.
Since understanding Xinya's rebirth and seeing that cotton purse, his desire for Xinya had grown increasingly strong and was nearly at uncontrollable levels.
Alone in desolation, fated to a lonely life!
