Occasionally, the 17-year-old Yuan Luoyi would stare at her reflection in the mirror.
Large eyes, fair skin, a petite nose - her exquisite features were meticulously carved, beautiful and alluring. Her youth was radiant, yet her gaze was lifeless.
As she gazed, inexplicable sadness welled up, tears streaming down her face, like pearls slipping off their broken string...
She seemed unable to feel happiness anymore.
Each night, lying in bed, she stared at the ceiling, her head pounding, unable to fall asleep for hours, whispering voices ringing in her ears.
"She's a monster..."
"She's smart, but her personality is flawed. So reclusive, without a single friend."
"She even talks to thin air, how terrifying. Let's stay away from her."
The isolation of her high school life made Yuan Luoyi realize two things.
First, she wasn't that normal either.
Second, interacting with normal people was too painful.
So, when Zhang Miao deliberately knocked over Yuan Luoyi's water cup for the third time during recess, a raging fury swept over her, like a tsunami crashing against the mountains, unstoppable.
This foolish girl who had been provoking her must pay the price!
When Yuan Luoyi came to, students were screaming and running out, desks and chairs were overturned, and the homeroom teacher stood frozen on the podium, utterly terrified.
Zhang Miao lay on the floor, clutching her bleeding forehead, wailing loudly.
Her mouth opened and closed, her chest heaving violently, as if she was saying something, but Yuan Luoyi had no interest in knowing.
Who cares what a pest thinks?
They nibble away, creating countless minor evils, but even small evils, when accumulated, can cause a dam to burst, taking countless lives.
Therefore, they must be eliminated.
As the fury subsided, a peculiar sense of rationality emerged. Yuan Luoyi became unnaturally calm, all emotions suddenly drained away, her eyes turning cold and lifeless.
If it were before, Yuan Luoyi would have felt sympathy for Zhang Miao, whose forehead was bleeding quite severely.
But now, Yuan Luoyi felt nothing.
Lifting the transparent triangle ruler in her hand, gazing at the specks of blood on it, just moments ago, Yuan Luoyi had gripped this ruler like a knife, stabbing it with force into Zhang Miao's head.
She rejoiced, for that vivid red color was so beautiful...
Why had she feared them before?
There should be more of this beautiful red, it would accentuate her charm, and the way to achieve that was to stab Zhang Miao's head a few more times.
Slender, pale fingers gently brushed back her long black hair, straightening her slightly disheveled collar, and dusting off the skirt.
Yuan Luoyi smiled serenely, beautiful, proud, and radiant.
Holding the bloodied triangle ruler, like any predatory animal aroused to kill, she stepped forward with graceful, silent strides towards Zhang Miao...
The girl trembled in terror, blood seeping through her fingers, a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Yes, this was her rightful humble posture.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Yuan Luoyi heard countless tiny fracturing sounds, like glass cracking, or seeds bursting through the soil.
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THE FAKE HEIRESS AND HER FIVE VILLAINOUS BROTHERS
FanfictionI do not own this story, the story belongs to its original publisher Fanqie Novel. It's only for offline purposes. Yuan Luoyi felt like she was a little hamster in a pit of snakes, with her family full of crazy villains, yet as the fake heiress she...
