Hua Ling's face was extremely dark.
The dim hallway lights caught on the sharp angles of her features, but instead of softening them, they seemed to deepen the shadows under her eyes. She looked at Lin Qian and Zhang Ruo as though they had murdered her parents, her piercing gaze dripping with killing intent.
If sheer willpower could erase people from existence, Hua Ling would have burned the two women before her into ash. Every nerve in her body screamed for them to disappear.
But Lin Qian—oh, Lin Qian—she was not the type to shrink away.
Holding Zhang Ruo by the arm, she tilted her head slightly and flashed a mocking smile, her tone light but barbed.
> "Superstar Hua, it's not polite to stare. If you want to say something, say it outright. Otherwise, staring like this makes one feel… uncomfortable."
The corner of Hua Ling's lip twitched.
"Uncomfortable?" she echoed coldly, her heels clicking sharply as she scoffed and began to walk toward them.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
