Xia Ruya sat on the ground. The chill from the cold floor seeped into her bones through her skin. Her hair stood on end. Tears slid down her cheeks, wetting her hair at the temples. A few strands of hair stuck to her face, wet and sticky.
The pain spread from her chest to every part of her body, like being pricked by needles. Jiang Ruoyin's voice was still calling her name on the other end of the phone. The sharp and anxious voice kept beating her eardrums, like countless steel needles stabbing into her brain, causing her to have a splitting headache and even difficulty breathing.
She didn't expect that the scandal about her would happen again two years later, as if it had stirred up her nightmares, as if a huge force had pulled her into a huge vortex, spinning in it as if she had lost weight, unable to grab anything, and instantly falling from heaven into the abyss! Sinking towards hell.
"Wen Xinya, it must be Wen Xinya." Xia Ruya suddenly roared, her sharp voice full of thorns of hatred, her eyes flashing with bloodthirsty madness.
She suddenly got up from the ground, rushed out of the room as if she was about to lose her mind, and ran towards Wen Xinya's room.
Wen Xinya was awakened by a violent knock on the door. She looked at the time and it was already 4:30 in the morning.
She slowly got up and opened the door.
The moment the door was opened, Xia Ruya's face, hidden in the darkness, was gradually eroded by the light in the room, and a distorted and changing face appeared completely in front of her.
Wen Xinya almost didn't recognize for a moment that the person in front of her was Xia Ruya.
Wen Xinya yawned and said, "I wonder why Miss Xia disturbed my sweet dreams so late at night?"
She was surprised that Xia Ruya knew about the video so quickly. That video was taken by Xu Chenyu before. She had never used it to deal with Xia Ruya before, simply because she had never found a good opportunity. Now that Xia Ruya's coming-of-age ceremony banquet was approaching, the blow caused by this video to her was definitely more shocking than the media's groundless reports about her.
"Wen Xinya, you're the one who hurt me. I know it's you who hurt me. It's you who posted my video on the Internet." Xia Ruya's heart was filled with hatred. She looked at the face in front of her, which looked particularly lazy and beautiful because she had just woken up, and she wanted to take a knife and cut it a few times.
Wen Xinya frowned slightly, making her look even more elegant: "Miss Xia, I don't know what you are talking about. It's already very late, I want to go to bed."
She ordered them to leave in a cold voice and pretended to close the door.
"Wen Xinya, don't pretend. I know it's you. No one else would harm me like this." Xia Ruya stood at the door, with no intention of leaving at all. She stared at Wen Xinya, her crimson eyes dry and filled with a terrifying light that was shocking and frightening.
Wen Xinya looked at the horrifying expression on Xia Ruya's face. This was Xia Ruya's true face: "I think Miss Xia is having a nightmare! She has paranoid delusions. She didn't sleep in the middle of the night and came here to say all kinds of weird things."
Xia Ruya suddenly screamed at Wen Xinya, her voice was full of heart-wrenching stigma: "Wen Xinya, don't you despise such evil tricks? Why do you dare to do it but not admit it?"
She could almost imagine that her obscene video would become the headlines of newspapers and magazines as soon as the sun rises today, and along with it, the old and rotten festering flesh in her heart would also be turned over.
She knows the difference between a photo and a video better than anyone else.
What followed was damage to her reputation and questions about her innocence.
Wen Xinya slowly returned to the room, picked up the round mirror on the dressing table, and slowly walked to Xia Ruya: "Miss Xia, why don't you take a good look in the mirror and see what you look like now?"
As she spoke, she slowly raised the mirror.
Xia Ruya looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was twisted and crazy, like a ferocious man-eating devil. Her big almond eyes were wide open, her pupils were bulging, and her eyeballs were bulging. She looked like a demon crawling out of hell. She subconsciously touched her face: Is this her? Why does she look so ugly and scary, so strange that it frightened her
"No... This is not me, the person above is not me..." Xia Ruya snatched the mirror from Wen Xinya's hand like a madman and threw it hard to the ground. The sharp and piercing sound of the mirror breaking echoed in her ears, like a pleasant melody.
"Xia Ruya, stop deceiving yourself. This is your true face hidden under the mask of purity and kindness." Wen Xinya looked at Xia Ruya's madness and a cold smile appeared on her lips.
Xia Ruya looked down at the mirror on the ground. There were spider web-like cracks on the mirror, revealing a face full of cracks and holes. It was so ugly that her pupils couldn't help but shrink. She stepped on the mirror like crazy: "It's not me, it's not me, it's not me..."
The mirror under her feet was broken into pieces by her, leaving only a pile of tiny pieces of mirror debris.
Wen Xinya watched coldly. She didn't expect that Xia Ruya would completely lose her mind because of this video.
Xia Ruya looked at the pile of mirror slag at her feet with pride, as if she had eliminated the greatest enemy of her life. She sneered at the corner of her mouth, like a dormant poisonous snake: "Wen Xinya, do you know what I saw in the mirror just now?"
Wen Xinya raised her eyebrows and looked at her suddenly calmed down emotions. Her whole body exuded a deathly silence and a strange aura slowly filled the air.
"I saw you, reflected in a mirror full of holes. You are obviously ugly, but you still pretend to be noble. In fact... there is no difference between you and me. We both use any means to achieve our goals." The disdain for the calculations of evil spirits and monsters is just pretending to be noble.
Wen Xinya looked at Xia Ruya's soft smile, which was like a maggot attached to her body, vicious and cruel. She suddenly stepped forward, stretched out her hand and grabbed her throat, her face cold and murderous: "Xia Ruya, I am just using my own method to treat you. The only difference is that my method is more sophisticated than yours. Since you want to play, then I will accompany you to the end."
The hand was unusually cold, slowly seeping into the skin of her neck, causing goose bumps all over her body: "Wen Xinya, you are very angry now, and you want to kill me to vent your anger, right? Actually... it's very easy to kill me, as long as you close your five fingers..."
Wen Xinya stared at her face, and the hand holding her neck kept tightening. Just when Xia Ruya thought she was going to suffocate to death, Wen Xinya suddenly loosened her hand: "Killing you will only dirty my hands. There is karma in this world. If I don't kill you... I will naturally take you back one day."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Xia Ruya fell limply to the ground. The cold temperature of the floor penetrated into her body through her thin clothes. Her throat suddenly felt itchy, and she didn't know whether it was a cough due to the cold or choking.