"Aren't you and Cheng Weiyue sworn enemies? Don't you hate her? Lai Miaoyu! You're actually helping Cheng Weiyue to deal with me?"
Chu Manxiao looked at Lai Miaoyu in disbelief, her lips trembling, and her hand raised again, gripping Lai Miaoyu's shoulder tightly: "Why are you doing this to me? I haven't treated you badly!"
But Lai Miaoyu no longer cared.
"I didn't originally want to have a fight to the death with you, thanks to Ding Aoao. If she hadn't told me, how would I have known that you actually wanted me dead on the day of the wrap party?"
Lai Miaoyu winced in pain, and as she spoke, she suddenly turned aside, desperately breaking free from Chu Manxiao's shackles.
She stepped back and into the outside, where the light and shadow were scattered, casting half bright and half dark upon her.
