Her? An ordinary woman?
The phrase felt like a cruel joke.
Ever since she was born, her powers had defined her existence. They were the reason she had been admired. They were the reason why Long Mingze loved her.
Now Yan Rouxi was telling her that everything had been taken away. Just like that. A trembling laugh suddenly escaped her lips as she shook her head.
"No. You can't do this to me."
Her eyes had already turned red. The elegant composure she had spent years cultivating crumbled before everyone's eyes. "You can't!" she screamed.
Several people in the hall visibly flinched, shocked by her transformation. But Yan Meilin didn't care. Abruptly, she pushed herself to her feet. The expensive ornaments decorating her hair trembled violently as she moved.
Her once graceful appearance had become disheveled, and the panic twisting her features made her look almost unrecognizable. Her gaze locked onto Yan Rouxi with pure rage and desperation.
"Give it back!"
