Grave

Jiang Yue gazed at her reflection solemnly.

Her eyes were fluffy, lips chapped. She looked... she looked terrible!

At least she only looked terrible. While her cousin was lying there in the ICU, unconscious.

This was all because of her. Because she was just too full of herself.

She was overconfident believing that her plan would work properly, that everything would happen just like she had predicted.

She had forgotten that she was not a god. She was still powerless. A mortal. A weak mortal.

Jiang Yue gazed at her face once more before scrubbing the blood stains off her arms.

She did not particularly hate blood. But this time, she could not help but just hate it to the core. She hated having Wang Minghua's blood on her.

It was a sign of her weakness. Her vulnerability.

She let out a long sigh before making sure that she was clean from the scarlet liquid that was all over her just a while ago.