Ning Guiwan was standing before the washbasin washing her hands when Ning Qinghan positioned herself behind her, staring resentfully.
"You must be very pleased to see Brother Xiangru despise me, right?"
Ning Guiwan lowered her gaze, not bothering to respond.
"Ning Guiwan, why do you haunt me like a ghost? Why did you come back? If it weren't for you, Brother Xiangru and I would be perfectly happy. This is all your fault!"
After washing her hands, Ning Guiwan turned to face Ning Qinghan's distorted expression. A slow smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkling. "You should take a look in the mirror. Truly ugly. Forget Quan Xiangru; no man would ever like you."
Instinctively, Ning Qinghan turned her head to look at the square mirror above the washbasin.
She was startled to see a sallow face, its features contorted by hatred and jealousy.
