When Qin Miaomiao left Liyuan, her back felt like it was drenched, and her hands were still trembling.
Recalling that earlier scene, it felt as though she had taken a walk through Yama Hall — she had almost… truly lost her life there.
When Mr. Jiu's hand was placed on her neck, her whole body trembled, but she didn't struggle. Instead, she looked into his eyes.
Mr. Jiu's gaze was filled with brutality, and he spoke each word with chilling clarity:
"The thing I hate most in life is being deceived."
"I know, Uncle Jiu."
When she addressed him, her tone lilted slightly at the end—a little habit of hers when calling him, making her sound soft and delicate.
Mr. Jiu's expression froze for a moment, as though he was seeing the chubby little girl from back then—the one who liked to grab his pant leg and climb onto his knee.
The young woman before him had snow-white skin, delicate features, and soft pink lips that trembled lightly.
