The figure of Zhao Xuan, Yun You recalled it in her mind no less than ten thousand times. Each time, she was filled with such hatred that her teeth itched, desperately wishing to tear his flesh and drink his blood.
But finally, this process of revenge turned out to be so simple. There was no more slaughter, no verbal sparring, merely sketching a full stop in the books, and everything was over...
In previous acts of revenge, each time wasn't it fought with all her might? But when it came to the main culprit, Zhao Xuan, things became so simple. So simple that Yun You found it somewhat unreal.
She pinched her leg, it hurt, seemed it wasn't an illusion.
Only then did she finally understand that everything before her wasn't a dream, but a reality that had already happened.
"Thud..."
Yun You's legs suddenly felt weak, unsteady, she collapsed against the bookshelf with a "bang".
All along, her body and spirit had been tense, highly strung.
