PLin Anning did not like the way everyone was staring at her.
Even since Han Luo had pulled her out of that cursed dungeon and led her through the Gu residence halls, eyes had followed her from every direction. Some of the maids standing by the corridor openly stared at the swollen side of her face and the dried blood staining the collar of her dress, while others leaned closer to whisper amongst themselves.
"She deserved it."
"I heard she talked back to the young miss."
"No wonder she was thrown into the water dungeon."
And the others simply stared at her with pity, the one that annoyed her the most. Anning frowned, lowering her head slightly as they walked.
She wasn't dead yet. So, why were they looking at her like that? Sure she went through a lot of shit in some black hole, but she was still standing.
Well, barely.
