At 4 a.m., Zhenxi woke from a dream to the sound of someone banging on her door. The knocking was filled with anxiety, impatient.
Opening the door, she saw a Miss Huaizhi completely different from her expectations. Still a stunning beauty, but now exuding a disturbingly threatening aura. Her eyes were bloodshot, laced with crimson veins. Her long hair danced subtly, like flames.
"Miss Huaizhi?" Zhenxi froze, a sudden fear creeping in.
Huai Shi raised her hand, typing on her phone screen:
[I need to vent.]
"Eh?!"
The teenage girl cried out, stepping back. She stood frozen, disbelieving.
"I… I understand."
After a long moment, as if she had steeled her resolve, her expression finally firmed. She seemed to have made a decision, straightening her neck and closing her eyes. "Please… please go ahead… I don't have any experience, so please be gentle!"
