Cheng Yiru watched Cheng Xizhi stand on the stage, the center of everyone's attention.
Those who had just surrounded her now had all their attention fixed on Cheng Xizhi.
It had always been this way, whenever Cheng Xizhi was around, nobody could see Cheng Yiru's existence.
Her fingernails dug fiercely into the palm of her hand.
Suddenly feeling warmth, Cheng Yiru looked up to find Yuen Hang draping a shawl over her shoulders.
Looking at this man with handsome features, her heart felt warm. This man, in both her past and present life, only ever had eyes for her.
For a moment, Cheng Yiru wavered, thinking maybe it would be quite good to let go of the resentments from her past life and focus on being with Yuen Hang.
However, glancing again at Cheng Xizhi on the stage, radiant and the focus of the crowd, she suppressed that thought.
No, how could she rest unless she saw Cheng Xizhi fall into the dust, the Cheng family in ruins?
Thinking of her own arrangement, she smiled slyly.
