"With a Platinum membership, you guys can also be served by top masseuses," said Wen Xinya nonchalantly.
Wen Yuya was so infuriated by her sarcasm that she would have murdered her. Triggered, she unleashed her suppressed feelings, turning reckless and hotheaded.
"Jade, no matter how beautiful it might be, it's just an accessory…" Like a curse, she was preoccupied with the statement which transformed into little demons in her thoughts. Surrounding her, their razor-sharp teeth in bloody mouths pierced through and devoured her sanity.
"You've got a good sense of humor, Xinya." Xia Ruya laughed awkwardly—could one's name really determine her fate?
Ruya—"Ru" had always stood for "follow" and "similar." In her twenty years of life, she had been following Wen Xinya as her surrogate. Even after she fell from grace, she was named Ruya, similar to Wen Xinya.