Jiang Qiue thought she could differentiate clearly.
The one before her was merely a human-shaped doll she had nurtured, not that evil man named Xia Feng.
But when she smelled that familiar scent, heard that familiar voice, and even noticed the gradually similar physique, it felt like ants emerging from the earth, climbing her rapidly beating heart.
More and more, itchier and itchier, increasingly suffocating...
She really wanted to—
Take revenge!
Yes, Jiang Qiue realized her increasingly unbearable psyche.
She had always been proud, a rationalist not swayed by emotions of hatred.
She disdained behaving like Jin Jili, who sought pitiful dignity and pleasure through acts of humiliation.
But now, her ethereal beautiful eyes lowered, and when she met the gleaming pure black pupils close to her, a mysterious desire for revenge and even destruction surfaced in her heart.
Like a wisp of a faint flame, it began to burn the white paper in her heart, scorching and spreading.
