The night fell, bit by bit, and Qin Yuyan sat in the pitch-dark room, her heart filled with desolation.
Just a moment ago, she thought she was the daughter of a vice mayor worth billions; the next moment, she had fallen heavily from the high clouds into a mud pit.
That feeling of going from riches to rags was far more unbearable than being poor from the beginning.
"Who exactly is it? Who exactly is it..."
Mumbling to herself, Qin Yuyan seemed to see a black hand reaching out towards her.
With a loud shout, Qin Yuyan almost jumped to the desk and snapped on the light with a clap.
The suddenly lit lamp stung her eyes, and tears quickly followed. Qin Yuyan sank powerlessly to the edge of the bed, her eyes vacant.
Why?
Why did life have to be so difficult for her?
