'Han Jing should die!'
Hmph!
She should die? What did she do to deserve it? She came from a happy family with high social status, but they were murdered when she was five years old after others discovered her special abilities. She was sent away by her grandfather and had been living discreetly ever since.
Although she suffered many hardships from a young age, she still could not escape evil in the end. After giving her life to the organization she provided services to as a hired hitwoman for almost 20 years, they thought of ways to destroy her just because they were worried that she might go rogue.
She should die? She wanted to know why Han Jing was not worthy of living!
Han Jing glared at the woman in blue coldly, her eyes flaming red with anger. She forced her to stare into her fierce eyes.
"Speak!" she screamed. "Tell me, why should I, Han Jing, die?"
The woman in blue was startled. Although everyone knew about Han Jing's domineering hot temper, she had never seen her acting this daunting before when Han Jing never hold herself back from provoking her.
She could not even feel the burning pain on her cheek!
"Han Jing, how dare you! Let her go! You can act however you want, but not to General Han's daughter!" Prince Ling was repulsed by Han Jin's merciless actions.
A woman like her should never be his wife!
"Prince Ling is right. Please let go of Sister Han! Everyone knows that you fell into the water because you were reckless! Sister Han had nothing to do with that. How could you put the blame on her?" Han Yan pleaded anxiously before turning to Prince Ling.
"Your Highness," she whispered, "Please advise her! She always listens to you!"
Han Jing's usual obsessive manner toward Prince Ling appeared in his mind, and his face darkened in disgust, his voice becoming deeper.
"Han Jing! You're going to be sorry if you don't let her go right now!" he shouted.
Han Jing followed the voice and glanced at the pair with a cold expression. They looked familiar, but she could not recall who they were at that moment.
A strange flood of memories rushed into her mind in an instant, confusing her.
'What's going on? Am I not dead? Wait, I'm still alive, but how?'
Han Jing looked around her surroundings in a daze as she listened to the clamoring crowd. She could sense the warm air from her breath, she was not dreaming.
'Am I really alive?'
Han Jing scratched Han Yuxiao's neck with her sharp nails, causing bright red blood to gush out. It dripped onto her cold fingers, it was warm to the touch.
She was alive. She, Han Jing, was still alive!
The corners of Han Jing's mouth were raised suddenly, knowing the fact that she was alive. Great, it felt great! She promised herself to live a better life than anyone else. She would never succumb to anyone's control, not even god! She would destroy anyone who attempted to tear her down.
She swore to never live for anyone else. She would stomp on everyone beneath her heel and live according to her wishes!
She looked exceptionally gruesome and petrifying with her sinister smile and the birthmark on her cheek that was the size of a palm!
Han Yuxiao started at the eerie smile on Han Jing's face as her neck bled out.
"Ah—!" she shrieked in terror.