Yue Xiaowan grimaced and turned her head to look at Qiao Chuchu, Song Huanyan, An Yue, Yun Jianchen, Fu Ziqian, Dang Yang, and the others... Today, she really felt that these people had caused her death.
"Is this the bloodbath triggered by a hand of cards?" Song Huanyan sighed.
The crowd nodded.
That was the case.
...
Monday morning, back in town.
Yue Xiaowan glared at Qiao Chuchu, Song Huanyan, and An Yue... These women, they weren't her best friends, they were her sorrows.
She was tortured by them. From Saturday night to Monday morning, she didn't leave the house, spending the whole two days and nights on the bed.
"Yue Xiaowan, you look so haggard." Song Huanyan said while looking at Yue Xiaowan.
Yue Xiaowan glared at Song Huanyan, she now refused to speak to Song Huanyan, Qiao Chuchu, and An Yue.
Didn't they know what she had gone through?
