Without looking back, every step felt like treading on the edge of a knife.
The woman took a sip of tea, gazing at the drizzling rain outside the window, a smile spreading across her brows and eyes.
"This is your fate."
Yun Ya staggered out of the room, leaning against the wall to prevent herself from falling.
Butler Ziyu glanced at her, pressed his lips together, having nothing to say from his position.
He sighed inwardly, thinking, a debt of sin.
Yun Ya, supporting herself against the wall, walked forward step by step, her eyes bloodshot, her hatred burning like flames.
Is this fate?
She refuses, she refuses...
Seeing her struggle to walk, Butler Ziyu approached to help her, but Yun Ya pushed him away, her eyes blazing red.
"Get out."
Butler Ziyu sighed and obediently took a step back.
"Princess, it's better if you listen. Going against the Queen won't end well for you."
"Don't call me Princess." Yun Ya gritted her teeth. Such a noble title made her want to vomit.
