Leng Youchen quietly returned to the hall. In the dim light, he found a relatively secluded spot against the wall where he could overlook the entire venue, including the stage.
The petite woman on stage was brimming with confidence and radiance. At this moment, her gaze swept over the audience with an air of regal arrogance, arms crossed; she seemed to have changed.
The once timid and hesitant her seemed to have transformed overnight, becoming strong and brave.
Leng Youchen slightly furrowed his brows. What had caused her sudden transformation? The words she whispered in his ear just now, "my lover," still made his heart tremble.
Noticing someone watching him, Leng Youchen looked up and easily spotted that equally outstanding man in the crowd. He raised his wine glass in a slight salute.
In their eyes was the glow of a deadly rivalry.
At this moment, for the woman on the stage, they were lifelong enemies, never to rest until one was dead!
