Zhang Qianqian gripped the wine bottle tightly. She thought of her vanity table that very morning, where priceless jewels had gleamed in the morning light, yet failed to pierce the gloom in the depths of her eyes.
"You're out of your mind!" She stood up abruptly, the leather sofa letting out a harsh screech. The lackey who had just been kicked happened to be walking over with a fruit platter and stumbled into her.
The crystal fruit platter smashed against the marble floor, and bright red cherries rolled everywhere, looking uncannily like the droplets of blood that had splashed from her mother's wrist all those years ago.
Chapter 136