Lu Fengxuan pursed her lips tightly, and a cold glint that appeared to be a myriad of daggers flew from her eyes.
In her past life, she had schemed and achieved her goals, only for her to be killed by her and indirectly causing Yu Chiyin to die young.
The thought of the fire, where Yu Chiyin, in order to save her, had traded his life for hers without hesitation.
Remembering how he burned, silently enduring the ultimate pain, yet the last gaze he bestowed upon her was still filled with deep affection.
She had been reborn, but she carried the hatred of two people on her shoulders.
Given another chance, she was going to make them pay for their blood debts in blood!
"Lu Fengxuan, you..." Lu Sirong was forced to step back twice by the intensity of her gaze.
A crisp ringtone from a cell phone sounded.
