"Xia Yinian, you didn't see this coming, did you?" Xia Chuxue took slow steps, gradually drawing near.
Even the heavens were aiding her, positioning Xia Yinian in such a perfect spot.
A ten-meter deep pond, didn't she know?
Of course, Xia Yinian didn't know. Xia Chuxue had calculated the spot and stood there waiting for her to come over.
From the route Yinian had taken just now, it was truly impossible to see the sign.
What's more, although Xia Chuxue was no saint, throughout all these years, at most she would mock her or occasionally take physical action against her.
But murder? She did not believe Xia Chuxue would go that far.
"I will always stand taller than you. You may be engaged to Young Master Ling, but Old Master Gu doesn't like you, does he?"
There was still some distance between Xia Chuxue and her, yet as she fixed her gaze on Xia Yinian's nearly perfect back, even saying these words seemed to drain her strength.
