C90 White Dew

Bai Yanling was nearly driven mad with the desire to eliminate Lu Xiaoxiao, but what did it matter? To her, removing this thorn in her side was worth any price.

As Yi Ran walked away, only a trail of footprints stretched across the snow. The plum blossoms by the red wall had fallen from their branches. Bai Yanling's expression seemed calm, yet a faint flame flickered deep in her eyes