Chapter 34: Transformation

  Yan's face, which had been sporting a strange smile, immediately returned to its normal state. The Manjusaka flower in her hand also disappeared, and the puppet doll was ruthlessly thrown into a corner.

  "Little Yan!" The person who pushed open the door was none other than Yan's mother, Hui, a fashion designer.

  "What is it, Mother?" Yan's voice sounded very gentle, just like that of an upper-class young lady.

  "Little Yan, today your father and I received an invitation from Old Man Jin. He invited our whole family to gather at his house tomorrow night. So, I specially designed this dress for you to wear tomorrow," her mother said, shaking a pink-colored dress in her hand.

  "What color is Xingyue's dress?" Yan asked, looking at the lovely pink color with disdain.

  "Ah, Xingyue's is pure white," her mother replied.

  "Purer...white..." Pure white symbolized purity, but it seemed that Xingyue didn't quite live up to that standard.

  "Yes, Little Yan. I'll leave the dress here for you. Wear it tomorrow and attend the banquet," her mother said, reminding her repeatedly before slowly leaving.

  Damn it! Pink was a color that gave Yan a headache...

  Originally, Yan had loved pink the most. But after that incident...Yan became a different person, and everything changed.

  Everything she liked before, she no longer liked. And everything she didn't like before, she now liked.

  But she hadn't dared to tell her family about it. Even if she did, what would happen? In their eyes, Xingyue was the one they were most proud of, the one they admired the most. What was Yan, then?

  A puppet...yes, just like that puppet doll.

  Yan picked up the pink dress again, and a strange smile appeared on her face once more. The puppet doll beside her seemed to come alive, jumping out from the corner...

  Everything was full of danger, unpredictable like a maze.

  Weakness no longer existed; gentleness had long since disappeared...

  The current Yan was like a Manjusaka flower blooming in hell, its petals dripping with crimson blood, drop by drop, nourishing the stamen.

  Flower that blooms on the other shore, your mission has only just begun, hasn't it?

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  As morning broke, the atmosphere at Pianhua Academy became lively once again.

  "Sorry, Yan. Yesterday was my fault. I shouldn't have filled in the 'Chong Er Fei' poem, which caused you to lose to Xingyue Gongzhu. Sorry!" Su Bing'er found Yan early in the morning and apologized repeatedly. She really felt bad about it. If not for her own mistake, Yan might have won already.

  "It's okay, Bing'er. Besides, do you think Xingyue really won?" Yan said with a cold smile, her face icy.

  "What do you mean?" Su Bing'er asked, puzzled. Yesterday, Xingyue Gongzhu had indeed won, but why did Yan say she hadn't?

  "Heh heh, look over there!" Yan stretched out her slender hand and pointed in that direction.

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