Qin Ruan's vision went dark, panic swelling in her pupils as they abruptly constricted, her pale red lips quivering slightly, her outstretched hand trembling.
She knew something was wrong with the Buddha Beads, but she could never have guessed that a full eight of them were shattered.
Qin Ruan desperately wanted to summon Ming Tianheng and, seizing him by the collar, demand whether Huo Yunjiao's death would arrive on the day the Buddha Beads completely broke.
Why was everyone deceiving her?
Was all this secrecy some form of revenge against her?
Qin Ruan's fingertips touched the cracked beads, her heart aching so much that her breathing weakened, as if someone was repeatedly stabbing her heart with a knife.
"Thump thump—"
The sound of knocking arose, followed by a familiar, gentle voice, "Ruanruan, are you in there?"
