Every person harbors a devil within their soul, imprisoned by morality and law, only to break loose effortlessly when pushed by sufficient force.
Under the dim light, Ran Yan's fingers were slender, glistening with moisture, as pale as jade.
She lowered her hands into the water, her eyelashes casting a shadow to hide the turmoil in her dark eyes.
If it meant she could protect those around her and prevent incidents like what happened in Yunlin from happening again, what did it matter if even her heart turned dark?
...
The night was tranquil.
As the morning drums had just finished sounding, Mrs. Luo led a few maids to see Ran Yan.
Ran Yan was sitting under the porch, looking at a green plum tree in the courtyard. Seeing Mrs. Luo approaching, she stood up to greet her.
