Among this group of young men and women,
Lai Yu Yao's personality was an open book; many knew her inside and out.
Her willful, arrogant, and domineering nature,
was like a raging, uncontrolled flame, lashing out wantonly before everyone,
leaving scorch marks, deep or shallow, wherever she went.
She always spoke her mind directly, like a gleaming double-edged sword,
with not a hint of tact. Her words often stabbed at others unintentionally,
hurting them and sometimes backfiring on herself.
The strange looks from those around her were like a dense thicket of needles, and their hushed discussions
were like buzzing flies swarming around Lai Yu Yao.
How could she not have noticed?
Her heart was pounding anxiously.
A sense of awkwardness began to spread through her,
as if she were a clever fox whose simple trick had been seen through at a glance.
The feeling was beyond uncomfortable.
However, her face was like a perfectly crafted mask,
