The first loss (3)
From all the people who could have possibly turned this tide against, Guiying's thought had never even crossed her mind. She expected it to be Jun, who now knew of her involvement in all the incidents.
'Start your countdown, Zhan Yahui.'
She remembered 'her' challenge when 'she' confronted her a few days ago. But to Zhan Yahui, that was nothing but like a child throwing a tantrum.
Zhan Yahui strangely kept her silence, making 'Guiying' tilt her head. "Are you not happy to see your writer?"
She simply stared at her without a response. She then threw a quick glance at everybody present and sensed the tension with 'Guiying's' arrival.
Tension, not shock nor confusion.
Which made her figure that 'Guiying's' presence was indeed expected today. Nobody was questioning it.
She dug her nails in her palm while trying to maintain her calm smiling, but it was getting harder and harder.
Guiying…no the other one.