Anya?
Almost at the same moment that she sensed the presence behind her, Xu Xiaoyou's mind conjured the name of the girl.
Had the other been hiding in the study since last night?
Suddenly, a sharp, intense pain exploded in her brain, and her Spiritual Gaze opened uncontrollably, with the enormous blood-red heart seemingly beside her, opening and closing its gaping, black-hole-like mouth, about to swallow her.
Xu Xiaoyou painfully closed her eyes, her entire body being slammed against the wall by Angelina, she groaned, stars dancing in her vision, the girl's iron grip tightly choking her throat, the suffocating feeling pressing on her nerves.
"Anya...." The intense dizziness and stabbing pain made Xu Xiaoyou instinctively call out softly.
Angelina's puzzlement froze in her dim eyes, as if recalling the meaning of this familiar name to her.
