C915 A Monstrous Hatred

915.

Lin Shuanger's eyes were wide open, filled with peerless sadness and deep resentment.

The sky was filled with blood. The red blood seemed to be so red that it dyed her clothes red.

What was the most painful thing in the world?

What kind of tragedy was it to be trusted, loved, and worshipped as a killer?

No matter how kind Lin Shuanger was