A fierce wave of jealousy surged through Lu Sisi like wildfire, igniting every nerve in her body with an overwhelming intensity. With each moment that passed, despair wrapped around her heart, threatening to suffocate her spirit, as tears began to fill her eyes, blurring her vision.
The sight before her—Tang Zhixi's ghostly figure sitting on Pei Xincheng's lap, nestled comfortably in his arms—filled her with a profound sense of sorrow and simmering anger. It was as if the world around her had faded into the background, and all that remained was the deep, suffocating sensation of betrayal.
Watching them together, Lu Sisi felt as if she were swaying on the edge of an abyss, with darkness gnawing at her sanity, whispering dreadful thoughts that clawed at her mind.
All she desired at that moment was to surge forward, to push Tang Zhixi away with fierce determination and reclaim her place by Pei Xincheng's side.
He was hers! He belonged to her!
