The Bamboo House.
Within the luxurious cabin rooms, Mu Wushuang's body was tightly wrapped in bedsheets with an incomparably pale facial complexion. She had a lifeless and despairing gaze, while her eyes were filled with pain.
Gao Ling, Yun Luofeng, one day, she would definitely make them wish they were dead!
Thinking of these people who caused her to be in this situation, the hatred within Mu Wushuang's eyes became increasingly strong, as if there was a flame continuously burning.
Knock Knock!
A wave of knocking sounds suddenly sounded from outside the door. The sounds were like a devil that caused Mu Wushuang's body to ferociously shake. She bit her lips tightly and asked. "Who is it?"
"Wushuang, it's me…"
She heard the voice that formerly captivated her from outside the door, causing the hatred beneath her eyes to become increasingly strong. Despite so, she still suppressed her internal wrath and replied. "Come in."
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