Why is she here?
An Weiwei's heart panicked.
She reflexively turned her head to glance behind her.
There was no one.
Could she have slipped out on her own?
The wound on her face stung, and the blood beads couldn't be stopped, continuously dripping down.
An Weiwei ignored the small white cat on the ground that couldn't move, instead fixing a terrifying gaze on Gu Shengyin.
"What a feisty little thing, leaving marks on me both times we've met."
She laughed softly, "You're the first to make me, An Weiwei, suffer twice."
"You better make it up to me."
Gu Shengyin simply glared at An Weiwei in anger.
Seeing it in the storyline and witnessing it with your own eyes are two completely different experiences.
Now, right by her side, that poor little white cat was tightly bound, its mouth tied shut, looking ahead with terror, and its white fur already had a touch of red—a result of An Weiwei's knife being too fast, just a slight touch resulted in a wound.
