Qin Shuang had never dreamed that she would run into Qin Ming here.
Her cousin.
The very person who had personally tricked her into going to He Zhiyao's villa, then left her and never looked back.
If it hadn't been for him, she could never have been so obliviously "imprisoned" by He Zhiyao.
Qin Shuang felt as if there was an unquenchable fire lodged in her chest. Qin Ming was one of the few people she had trusted.
Yet it was this trusted person who had deceived her without a word, selling her out.
Qin Shuang wore a mask, but Qin Ming still immediately recognized Qin Shuang's voice.
They had grown up together since they were children. Even though they had been separated for almost two years, how could he not recognize her?
Qin Ming's body stiffened as if his acupoints had been hit; he didn't dare to move an inch or even turn his head.