The next morning, Song Yue stepped out of her room and nearly bumped into Song Weisha in the corridor.
She paused instinctively.
Song Weisha's eyes were red and swollen, her face pale and exhausted. It was obvious she had cried all night.
Song Yue glanced at her, puzzled, but didn't ask anything. The two of them were not close, and there had been no quarrel recently. Following the principles of peaceful coexistence, Song Yue suppressed her curiosity and walked past without a word.
Even so, she could feel Song Weisha's gaze boring into her back like a knife.
If looks could kill, Song Yue felt she would have died hundreds of times already.
What did I do this time?
Only after Song Yue disappeared around the corner did Song Weisha finally withdraw her gaze. Hatred churned violently in her chest.
It was all because of Song Yue.
