She had been a pawn of the Zhen and Liu families for twenty-five years, only to be discarded in the end, left with the fate that no one from either family would even collect her corpse.
If it hadn't been for An Mingji, she really would have died without even a place for her remains.
Thinking of those twenty-five years of torment in her past life, of all those times she'd been casually treated as a chess piece and thrown away, a deep, icy light surfaced in Gu Jin's beautiful eyes.
She looked at the nearly deranged Zhen Lingling across from her, the corners of her lips curving into a wicked arc, her dark eyes cool and imposing: "Zhen Lingling, the main reason I came today is to give you a message."
Zhen Lingling glared at her with hatred, her face twisted and vicious.
"Get lost!"
She refused to let Gu Jin provoke her any further; she could easily imagine nothing good would come out of the other woman's mouth.
Gu Jin's pleasant voice sounded slowly.
