At the moment of turning, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and she clutched the black strap of her bag so tightly that even the knuckles on the back of her hands were flushed with a bloodless white.

She stared unfocused, instinctively walking through the promenade outside the dance room to the familiar staircase.

In her mind, she couldn't help but start thinking wildly.

Mu Danchen and Luo Yi looked at each other and smiled affectionately, Mu Danchen and Luo Yi hugged each other tightly, Mu Danchen and Luo Yi kissed each other like glue, Mu Danchen and Luo Yi

It was as clear as if she was standing beside them, silently watching.

That scene was like a sweet shot of a real thing, constantly churning and looping, like a broken player, forever looping those scenes that she hated so much, as if there was never a moment of end.

The beautiful curves of her chest rose and fell violently, and her breathing became heavier and heavier, so heavy that she felt like she was about to lose her breath.

Slightly opening her seductive watery lips, she angrily stepped down a step from her beige low-heeled leather shoes.

She was so resentful that she didn't even look down at the steps, and her feet in beige leather shoes stepped on the edge of the steps.

With a crooked ankle, she threw herself forward with an unsteady center of gravity, and when she saw that the whole person was about to fall down the stairs, she reacted quickly and hurriedly reached out and grabbed the cold wooden handrail.

The inertia of suddenly swooping forward made her white and tender palms rub against the smooth armrests extremely intimately, and bursts of burning and stinging pain spread from her palms, and gradually, turned into hot pain.

The panic in her eyes turned into a dark depth, and the resentment surging there made her beautiful features begin to become distorted.

A faint smell of blood wafted out of the palm of her right hand, which was holding the black strap of the bag, with a thick stickiness.

The innocent diamond bag hanging in mid-air swayed softly, shining with dazzling light.

Staring at the elegant and beautiful black bag, she was angry and threw the bag from top to bottom to the steps, as if only in this way could she unload the burning anger.

The poor black bag collided with the hard steps, and after making a dull "pop", it bounced and rolled down twice before lying still aggrieved.

Her gaze followed the tumbling of the bag until it stood still.

The dusty black bag still made her glare angrily, so hard that she seemed to be able to stare it out of two holes.

Suddenly, she frantically pressed the back of her hand to her lips, opened her mouth, and bit down on the softest part of her thumb with her white teeth.

Closing her eyes tightly, her upper and lower jaws bit hard, and her nose uttered "Hmmm! Well! Well! In order to vent her anger that she still had nowhere to vent.

It was a long, long time before she let go of her clenched teeth and looked at the extremely soft part of her hand.

There were purple bruises and two deep rows of tooth marks oozing blood, but she didn't feel the slightest pain.

Just because her resentment has surpassed any pain she has endured.

Closing her eyes again, she slowly leaned against the cold armrest, pursed her moist soft lips, and swore in her heart:

Loy, we'll see!

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