"Who allowed you to wear that slut's thing?" A mask? Fen Ling couldn't help but want to tear it apart whenever she saw it now.
Indeed, she snatched the mask from Yuxing's hand, tore it into pieces forcefully, and threw it on the ground.
"If I see you wearing this thing again, next time it will be your face that I tear up!"
Yuxing didn't speak, just stared at the mask on the ground, her mind momentarily blank.
Fen Ling said angrily, "Get out!"
Yuxing took a deep breath and finally left.
As soon as she was out of the door, she slowly exhaled the breath she had been holding.
Lifting her hand, she wiped away the blood at the corner of her lip.
There was still a burning pain on her face; she used her inner strength to diminish the red fingermarks before heading towards Chu Qianli's yard.
It was a village, and although she was staying in the head of the village's house, it was far from the splendor of the Imperial City.
