In Dong Xin Yan's impression, Zhou Yalin had always been a gentle and elegant young lady of a prominent family, speaking softly, her delicate face graced with a smile, warm and friendly.
But at this moment, Zhou Yalin seemed like a completely different person, her face twisted viciously, her gaze fierce and intense, staring at her with profound disgust and murderous intent.
It was the first time Dong Xin Yan had seen Zhou Yalin like this, yet in a daze, she felt a strange sense of familiarity... Her entire being was somewhat dazed, unable to respond for a moment.
Her silence only fueled Zhou Yalin's anger further, with scenes from the past uncontrollably surfacing in her mind, scenes she wished she could forget for the rest of her life.
Those scenes had haunted her for years, waking her from nightmares in the middle of the night. It was as if no matter how tightly she held onto her current happiness, it would inevitably slip through her fingers.
