"Xia Ruya, you can't keep up with that pure, kindhearted and noble facade anymore, can you?" said Wen Xinya, who strutted into the convention hall, the sounds of her stilettos knocking against the hard ground filling the air. The sounds became increasingly audible as Wen Xinya approached her, making her feel as if her pride was being trampled on. Her heels were so sharp that they could pierce through her heart and cause her to bleed profusely.
She stood up slowly. Her legs had already gone numb because of the extended period of time that she had been squatting for. She glanced at the door to see that Wen Xinya was still dressed in purple and appearing as noble and beautiful as ever. Xia Ruya's heart wrenched in pain.
She watched as Wen Xinya approached her domineeringly, step by step. It was as if she had invaded her territory and was mocking her for being in a disheveled and pathetic plight.