With these photos in hand, Yuan Yifan's fingers were trembling. Fearful that these photos might be seen by Chu Yun and Chu Nantian, she searched around the courtyard again, fearing that there were more.
In her hurry, she stepped on a piece of broken stone, and the heel of her high-heeled shoe was snapped off.
She squatted on the ground, rubbing her quickly swelling ankle, allowing the cool breeze of the early morning after the rain to hit her. She appeared frail and pathetic.
Her eyes held tremendous panic, a sense of impending breakdown, even despair.
It must be Qiao Xiaon'an, it must be her torturing her in this way.
She couldn't just sit there and wait to meet her doom./p>
Just as she was about to grab her phone to call Qiao Xiaon'an and ask her to meet up,
The ring of an incoming call came through from her phone. It was Chen Hong.
