Xue Pianran's gaze was strange, a mix of delight yet also of distaste.
Fate really does play tricks on people.
The woman on the bed was the one she hated most in her life, yet now she was the person she most desired to "obtain."
As long as her soul perfectly merged with this body, she, Xue Pianran, would then be "Ye Lingyue."
The Ye Lingyue that Feng Xun loved to the point of distraction, irrationally infatuated.
Xue Pianran touched Ye Lingyue's body, which, unlike the typical coldness of corpses, was still warm. The delicate skin made even Xue Pianran, a woman herself, feel both envious and jealous.
But soon, she wouldn't need to envy anymore; mother had said that if she let her own soul reside in this body for seven days and nights, she could perfectly bond with Ye Lingyue's flesh, gaining everything Ye Lingyue had, including the man, and the power and status.
"Mother, is that bitch Ye Lingyue's soul really dead?"
