The little girl who once was weak had now grown into a beautiful woman.
"Third... Third Miss!!" Peach Blossom's expression changed the moment Shenlian Yingyue turned her gaze in her direction. Her hopeful eyes dimmed, replaced by an icy coldness that sent chills to the bone, packed with a murderous intent.
Painful memories from the past flashed before her eyes, coupled with the torment she had endured. Peach Blossom's eyes turned red, but she clenched her fists tightly, trying to suppress the turmoil within her.
Her contracted weapon, the Nightmare Chain, sensed her bloodthirst. It stirred restlessly, radiating a crimson energy, eager to emerge from her sleeve and take Shenlian Yingyue's life.
Shenlian Yingyue's face stiffened; she was now presenting herself as the Third Miss of the Huang family. With her black hair and dark eyes, she regretted having removed her cloak and mask.
