The eyes that used to sparkle with radiance now only showed a bloodthirsty glow, cold, empty, abyssal, involuntarily causing chills on one's scalp.
The current Su Ran emanated an aura of death, just like the manzanita on the road to the underworld, flamboyantly beautiful yet fatally bewitching.
"One day, I will make them kneel and beg for mercy, and pay a painful price for what they have done in the past."
She is not a good person, nor has she ever thought of becoming one.
Just wait!
She will let them experience the feeling of falling from the clouds into the abyss.
How could one moment of pain compare to the years of suffering her mother endured?
They need to pay back slowly, seeing them climb up time and again only to fall once more, until they are beyond redemption. Isn't that interesting?
Su Ran held Yaosang Qianyue's hand, the iciness in her eyes gradually dissipating.