Fu Tingfang stared intensely at the portrait of Zhao Ya, her eyes almost shooting out flames.
This was actually her first time seeing the true image of Zhao Ya.
Although she'd had several encounters before and even a prolonged chase in the mountains and forests, Fu Tingfang had never seen Zhao Ya's true face.
Because of this, the person she saw in her dreams during this time always had indistinct features.
Not until today did she finally see the face of the one who ambushed her in the dark, almost causing her death.
The artist's skill wasn't bad, rendering Zhao Ya's appearance quite accurately, looking even somewhat handsome.
Yet the more it was like this, the more furious Fu Tingfang became, her teeth grinding audibly.
How could someone so decent-looking act with such insidious cruelty?
Even now, Fu Tingfang still felt a faint pain in her shoulder, but what she found hardest to accept was the sensation after being poisoned.
Feeling ethereal... it was unspeakable.
