The sliding doors rattled to the base of their foundation as Li Meirong stormed out of Mo Cheng's quarters, her chest heaving up and down with the intensity of her emotions. Both Shu Qianqian's cries and Mo Cheng's voice screaming her name echoed loudly from behind.
As she passed through the garden's pond area, she stopped in her tracks to stare at her own reflection in the still water. What she saw made her grimace. She didn't recognize the woman staring back from the water.
She had been in this body for several years so far, and had already grown accustomed to her countenance, but even so, she thought that she had never looked this way before. She looked enraged, scary even.
