Lowering the car window, Long Yuning looked out of the window in a daze, allowing the cold night wind to blow against her face. It was as if only by doing so could she feel that she was still alive.
As the car passed by the Xie Manor, Long Yuning looked on in infatuation and despair. She only retracted her gaze when the car turned a corner. She was very clear that from tonight onwards, she would no longer have the right to step into the Xie Manor's entrance.
"Feng Qing, do you think you've won? No, the game has just begun. Anyway, I've already died once, so I'm not afraid of dying again. Besides, if I can't marry the Ninth Master, there's no point in living…" Long Yuning thought to herself.
She didn't believe that with her talent and beauty, she couldn't deal with Feng Qing, this poor country bumpkin.
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