In such an atmosphere, He Xiaolian felt like an isolated, helpless little creature, surrounded by blazing fire, with every breath being an agony.
Although Zhang Yufei's words came from a good place, they fell on her already burning heart like ice water, a bone-chilling cold that made her self-esteem collapse instantaneously.
Despair and unwillingness filled her eyes as she stared unwaveringly into Zhang Yufei's, her voice trembling yet resolute, with every word saturated with the pain of being misunderstood.
The surrounding noise seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only her accusations echoing in the air.
As she turned around, driven by some intense emotion, He Xiaolian rushed towards Su Yu heedlessly, in a near-blind impulse, seeking an outlet to vent her fury.
Su Yu, calm as ever, sidestepped gracefully, as if she had anticipated it, and just like that, He Xiaolian tumbled to the ground, the scene freezing amidst astonishment.
