Zhao Yuan shivered, frightened by this new side of her friend, Shen Xi. It grew worse when Shen Xi threatened Jiang Xue. Zhao Yuan could have sworn a vaguely dark aura shrouded Shen Xi in a malefic halo, promising any fool who crossed her that she would drag them to hell.
Zhao Yuan recalled the day she first met Shen Xi. Back then, Shen Xi had been cold, aloof, and somewhat unapproachable, but she was a soft-hearted and kind individual deep down. She merely picked and chose who to share that warmth with. At that time, she still went by the name Jiang Xi.
After the chaotic debacle involving some mix-up at birth, Zhao Yuan realized Shen XI had changed. It was a small thing, and anyone who did not know her well would not have detected the change. She was a little colder, a little more unapproachable.
While Shen Xi still smiled, it always felt hollow, carrying a vague sense of distrust and caution.
