Su Xue nodded silently. At that moment, the group was standing on a mountain peak. The sun was setting in the west, and its lingering glow stretched their shadows out long. Su Xue faced the half-sun perched on the ridgeline, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. She calmly gazed down at the tranquil manor below. Most people would probably never imagine that the famous, first-rate Zichuan Zhe Family would reside in a place so much like a mountain village.
Years had passed, and Su Xue was long past the impetuous age of shouting for fights and kills. But the hatred was carved into her very bones! How could she ever forget it, even for a moment? The perfectly hidden flame deep within her eyes was the best proof of that.
"When I was very young, my uncle brought me here once." As Su Xue spoke of her uncle, Ling Xiao noticed a complicated expression flash across her eyes.
