Her chest rose and fell violently, her breath short and ragged as if every inhale dragged shards of glass into her lungs. She wanted to tear them apart with her bare hands, claw their pretty little faces until they were unrecognizable. Her fingers twitched at the thought, her rage bubbling so violently it could not be contained.
The air itself seemed to change around Hua Ling. The bitterness and wrath she exuded made it heavy, suffocating, as if the hallway had been plunged into some kind of invisible storm. Even the faint hum of the fluorescent lights above seemed to crackle differently, warped by her fury.
Lin Qian glanced at her once, her face serene, utterly unbothered. Zhang Ruo's grip tightened slightly around Lin Qian's hand, but her eyes were steady, as if Hua Ling's outburst wasn't even worth a second thought.
And that… that only fanned Hua Ling's rage further.
