Wei Anning lowered her gaze and saw the silver mask shimmering brilliantly under the sunlight, dazzling to the point it made her eyes hurt. She bit her lower lip, unable to stop a shiver running through her body.
"How could you have this?"
Wei Anjing ran her fingertips over the mask, "Good question. Remember those few days we switched places? I spent them at Dongshan Villa. Coincidentally, I found this in Leng Youchen's study."
"What do you think— if this mask was in his study, could they be the same person?" Wei Anjing looked up at her, and upon seeing the pain and despair in her eyes, felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
Does it hurt, Wei Anning?
You have no idea what it feels like being banished from the United Kingdom, coming back to Beicheng, afraid to go home, living in a basement, and eating leftover buns every day— the anguish and despair.
Back then, I swore to take back everything you had, including your man!
