The wind blew across her face like a knife.
Ji Ziyin lowered her eyes slightly to hide the hatred in them, clenching her fists so hard that she almost broke her nails.
"Qiao Nian."
Suddenly calm, she looked at the girl's back.
"It won't do you any good to go against me."
Qiao Nian ignored her and continued to walk away.
Hatred almost spewed out of Ji Ziyin's eyes again. Fortunately, she forcefully suppressed it and shouted at the departing figure, "I was raised as the successor of the Ji family. You're the one who stole what belonged to me! You're a thief!"
The girl's footsteps were firm, and she had no intention of turning around to talk to her.
She was left alone with her hysterics.
Ji Ziyin looked at her departing figure as if she had been slapped. Her ears buzzed, and her mind went blank.
She stood there for a long time, unwilling to leave.
