C214 18th

Han Yuling held her head high like a female warrior who would never admit defeat. The Han Yuling in front of her felt strange, different from the gentle, cute, yet astute Miss Han she had seen before.

It was as if he was a woman that had been demonized by hatred, but also as if he had already immersed himself in the world of lust for power and was unable to pull himself out of it