Xing Jiu 'an hadn't been doing well these days, and his face was particularly gloomy.
She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe that it was her.
She didn't know when it started, but she had completely changed.
It was as if he had become another person.
She changed her clothes, looked at herself in the mirror again, and went back.
She drove there alone.
There were many people in the sect who seemed to be waiting for her.
Before she went in, Xing Jiu 'an held her head and stood at the door for a long time. When the inexplicable pain passed, she patted her face to regain some color before she went in.
The moment she walked in, the pain and weakness completely disappeared. Her face was cold, and it looked more like she was here for revenge.
This was her business, they didn't need to care.
If this was a sin directed at her, she could bear it herself.
There was no need to involve so many people.
