The moment she fell, Ruan Jiaojiao heard Su Ying’s panicked cry. It was clear that Su Ying was genuinely frightened; the usually composed Miss Su’s voice was actually trembling slightly.
Taking advantage of the situation, Ruan Jiaojiao went limp, feigning unconsciousness. Acting was her greatest talent. She fluttered her eyelashes, letting a tear of genuine physiological response roll down to her wrist.
Just as she was about to check her own injuries, a familiar scent, heavy with a sense of oppression, washed over her. She could feel those distinct, bony knuckles firmly supporting the back of her neck as she was lifted with ease.
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