Zhao Xue recalled the events of the past few days, and her boundless anger surged forth, swinging faster and faster.
Thud, thud, thud...
Blood splattered freely onto her snow-white body, as if she were cleansing all the humiliation she had suffered in this manner, feeling no fear whatsoever.
Zhang Su sat by the side, not stopping Zhao Xue from venting her anger. He wasn't afraid of her becoming cold and murderous; he only wanted her to resolve her inner turmoil.
Clang.
After countless strikes, Zhao Xue felt exhausted and collapsed to the ground, resembling a blood-soaked temptress climbing out of an abyss of blood.
Sometimes, transformation happens in an instant!
"Brother Su, why did you come to the store?"
Zhao Xue wiped the blood from her face gently and looked at Zhang Su.
