Lu Lan said no more, but she made no effort to hide the disappointment and contempt on her face.
Lu Jinglan trembled with rage.
She never imagined that Lu Lan—who had always been so meek and submissive in her presence, who had always followed her lead—would one day look at her with such disdain and contempt.
'What right does she have?'
Driven mad with rage, Lu Jinglan lunged at Lu Lan.
"You ruined slut! What right do you have to laugh at me?"
Lu Lan shot up and dodged the attack.
Lu Jinglan's lunge met empty air, and she tumbled off the bed.
She landed with a THUD, the pain making her see stars.
Thinking of how her day had gone, and of Lu Lan's mockery, she suddenly began to pound the floor and weep bitterly.
Lu Lan looked down at her. "Crying is the most useless thing you can do. Go get revenge on the person who did this to you. What's the point of taking your anger out on me?"
Lu Jinglan's sobs hitched, and she stared up blankly.
