After Li Manning departed, Qin Ruan stood still on the balcony.
Bathed in the hazy moonlight, her luminous skin was tinted with a gentle glow, and the curve of her red lips was deep and mysterious.
Qin Ruan lowered her gaze, staring at her slender hands faintly marred by scars.
A cruel glint flashed across her cold and black-as-ink eyes, just like a piece of jade.
The Nangong family couldn't be spared.
Thinking of Nangong Chang's gaze on her, Qin Ruan felt uncomfortable, as if she was being targeted by a venomous snake.
She wasn't naive, she knew what Nangong Chang's stare signified.
Understanding the malice behind it only made Qin Ruan feel more disgusted, the urge to vomit growing stronger.
Once she started, she had to be resolute.
It was either her or the Nangong family.
Whatever the Nangong family was about to face, she was destined to bear the consequences.
Qin Ruan stared at her hands, a cold air emanating from her dark eyes.
Her hands would no longer be clean.
