Su Muran stared at Bai Qiu's back. She was smiling, but the smile was cold.
She then turned to leave but her back was a little stiff.
Not long after they left, another woman appeared from the corner of the wall. It was Yan Huan. She caressed her wrist lightly and something flashed past between them.
Su Muran, our competition has just begun. I hope you can grow like how you were in the past. Only a competitor like this will be interesting. That Su Muran is the real Su Muran. You still have a chance to grow.
Her lips curved. The hatred in her eyes slowly faded.
When she returned to where she was staying that night, she quietly applied medication to her wrist. She was afraid Yi Ling would know and make a huge fuss. It was easier not to say and it wasn't anything big anyway.
