Her sinister expression, appearing on a face that otherwise looked so innocent, was utterly terrifying.
The cold wind howled and blew up from the bottom of the cliff, as if trying to strip all warmth from the body.
Meng Xi'er could never have imagined that Xu Lingmeng could be such a downright terrifying woman. She steadied her voice and asked, "Who exactly is this person you're talking about?"
Xu Lingmeng turned her head slightly to look at her. "You don't know?"
Meng Xi'er shook her head.
The smile on Xu Lingmeng's face grew somewhat manic. "Right, how could a woman so cherished and adored like you possibly know who is in love with you? It's pitiful. He's been with you for so long, yet you never detected his feelings..."
By the end, Xu Lingmeng's voice had trailed off, her clenched fists murmuring, "It doesn't matter... This time, it's my turn to love him... It doesn't matter..."
A hint of madness had crept into her demeanour.
