Yang Fei's eyes were full of triumph, excitement dancing within them as she awaited the spectacle of Yang Yuran making a fool of herself.
Just as Yuran lifted her eyes to meet Yang Fei's gaze, Fei's expression underwent a sudden, drastic change, morphing into a familiar look of hatred tinged with intense pity.
Pitying her?
Why pity her? Could it be that Li Shuo was right behind them, and Yang Fei wanted to seize the opportunity to flaunt her coquettish nature once more? After slandering Yuran, was she planning to find a way to smear Hen Ningyue's reputation too, in a last desperate act of obsession?
Yuran always preferred to verify things for herself rather than make wild guesses. Using her peripheral vision, she scanned the area behind her. But she did not spot Li Shuo, and the situation became even more perplexing.
In the few seconds Yuran observed quietly, she failed to notice Qin Muyu's gaze, which was fixed unwaveringly on her.
