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When Confucius died, the snowflakes were falling on her eyelashes, melting coldly like tears she had never shed. She looked at the entangled figures - her most trusted best friend Shen Qinghuan, and her boyfriend Wei Lan, whom she had supported with ten years of youth - making love to each other in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, while her blood was falling drop by drop from the edge of the rooftop on the seventeenth floor into the neon lights of the city.
Then she heard a voice, as clear as broken glass: "The Host of Resentful Spirit No. 114514 Was successfully bound. Welcome to join the 'Betrayal and Counterattack Plan' - my dear, your hell experience card has expired. Now, please start your performance." In future generations, she will not be soft-hearted, look back, or forgive.
She is serious about abusing scum; addiction is inevitable.
Ziyu opened his eyes and saw the pale face in the mirror that suddenly lit up with flames. She smiled as sharp as a knife: "The first rule: when I cry, others had better start to be afraid."
