Chen Qiuwan watched as the slap grew ever closer to her, a trace of sorrow spilling from her eyes.
She knew that with her own strength, it was simply impossible to contend against the Bai Shijie before her.
All Chen Qiuwan felt was an immense gloom in her heart, realizing that for all this time, she still harbored a sliver of faith in Bai Shijie.
She had believed that no matter what, Bai Shijie would always make judgments of his own.
Only now did she see how utterly foolish such thoughts were.
Chen Qiuwan had already braced herself for the slap to land on her face.
But just then, she suddenly heard a noise in front of her.
Subsequently, a tall figure abruptly stood before her.
Chen Qiuwan looked up and when she saw the silhouette, it felt both familiar and somewhat strange.
Chen Qiuwan was stunned; the image of a man wearing a masquerade mask unconsciously surfaced in her mind.
This man galloped on her, unleashing his desire upon her body.
