Before me stood a woman of striking beauty. Her oval face was pale and smooth, without a hint of makeup. Her features were delicate yet elegant, refined without being common.,His heart pounded, his lips moving soundlessly as he muttered a few incoherent words. The tension in his nerves eased, replaced by boundless joy.,"That scum dared to feign death! Such a lowlife deserves to be killed immediately." Yang Qingqing's heart was filled with rage.。