Hair, black as ink, fell all the way to her waist. The woman clearly sat facing her squarely, yet the black hair still covered her face entirely.
"I’m the one who got him to come…" with a smile, the woman cleared Jun’er’s confusion.
"No… you can’t do that…" Jun’er felt all strength leaving her body. A gush of excruciating despair welled up from the depths of her heart, overwhelming her entire being. Tears, as thick as pearls, flooded uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.
The woman got up leisurely and walked towards her.
"The man surnamed Song is prey prepared way in advance, yet you want to let him go? That’s against the rules.
So, I impersonated you and wrote to him… oh? He didn't just come alone, but also brought along two other pieces of fresh meat… not bad…"