บท 118: Chapter 117

She felt the paper's edge bury into her palms, she could hear the insistent worried whispers from Zhong Zemin. She could feel his trembling grip on her knee when a row of pretty red flowers blossom along the corner of the papers she tightly held in her hands. Zhou Hua Fan's mind was filled with nothing but darkness and violence. The corner of her vision was hazy as she found her gaze would go nowhere else but onto the picture of the person who signed his life away to the Li family. Her eyes refused to move from his unwavering gaze into the camera staring right into her own eyes with a familiar sense of superiority.