Ji Xichan lay on her bed, but sleep was nowhere to be found.
She wrapped her arms around herself, her knuckles digging deep into her delicate, supple skin.
Every time she closed her eyes, Pei Yuhang's frigid voice would echo mercilessly in her mind.
The moonlight that night spilled through the window lattice, painting her silhouette in a cold, liquid light.
The corner of her eye twitched, her tears shimmering under the moonlight.
She clenched her teeth so tightly it seemed she would shatter the searing frustration within her.
"Bastard... From the very first moment we met, you've done nothing but look down on me! On what grounds?!"
"How am I any worse than your disciple!"
"Do you despise me that much?!"
Her voice was hoarse as if something was caught in her throat. Her chest heaved violently, as though she might suffocate at any moment.
In the moonlight, her shadow danced on the wall, a blur resembling a wounded animal writhing helplessly on the ground.
