A gust of night wind blew past, lifting Qianqian's skirts and tousling her hair.
On her left was the senior sister who usually took good care of her. On her right was a junior sister who had always found her an eyesore.
One spoke earnestly, promising benefits, appealing to emotion, trying to persuade her to sell out a friend.
The other pressed aggressively, attempting to intimidate her and force her into submission.
How did it turn out like this?
Qianqian's face was as pale as thin paper, a chill surging over her body in waves. Her thoughts seemed to drift away, and she suddenly thought of Senior Brother Chen.
Yes, ever since the news of Senior Brother Chen's accident spread, everything had already changed.
The earnest gaze in the eyes of the sect elders was gone.
The attitude of her senior and junior sisters within the sect had grown cold.
Even the senior sister who had once been closest to her had become distant…
