"Must have gone blind."
"Ha ha."
The more Yin Ruowei lost her composure, the more excited those voices became.
Yin Ruowei glared at a girl who was speaking with a mocking smile; the fierce look and her clenched teeth scared the other girl, who no longer saw the weak and pitiable beauty that once was, "Shut your mouth—"
"The one who should shut up is you, Ruwei!" Yin Yilan stepped forward and slapped Yin Ruowei crisply across the face, turning it to one side.
There was a loud "smack."
Yin Ruowei was stunned.
Her half face turned numb from the slap, her head turned to the other side, and she maintained this position for a long while without making a sound.
Her hair, adorned with a pearl hair clip, fell upon her face, obscuring her expression from the crowd.
But the banquet hall, previously filled with a mix of noises, suddenly fell silent.
The atmosphere turned deadly still.
Everyone looked around at each other.
