The injury on Ling Yunshu's face from that day had faded over half a month, with the finger marks gone, but the bruise on her forehead from hitting it was still slightly visible. She had no choice but to put on heavy makeup, applying several layers of concealer to cover the wound.
Unable to buy a new dress that day and with the injury preventing her from going out previously, she could only wear an old dress. As she donned it, she looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze gradually turning gloomy.
Damn Ling Chuxia!
Every time she recalled the events of that day, it was as if her entire being was being roasted in a hot pan, unable to find any peace.
She had been waiting daily for today to come, and finally, it arrived as she had hoped.
Ling Chuxia, the pain I suffered that day... no, I should say, the pain she and Shi Che have caused me from the past to the present, I will demand it back from her all at once!
