On the horizon, the last rays of the setting sun are being mercilessly devoured by darkness. The once magnificent sunset, like a dreamlike painting, is now gradually fading in color, like an oil lamp about to burn out, life slowly passing away, leaving only a touch of poignant beauty and desolation.

Those vibrant splashes of red, orange, and purple faded from intense to thin, eventually merging into the endless darkness.

Night falls like a thick, airtight blanket, slowly and leisurely covering the world, shrouding everything in a deep, almost suffocating darkness, as if to bury all the noise and commotion, leaving only this silent night, causing one's thoughts to sink into endless depths.

Xia Wan hid in the dense grass beside the main road to Huaihua Brigade. The surrounding tranquility was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and all was silent, as if the whole world had fallen into an eternal slumber.

Only the occasional chirping of insects could be heard, weak yet tinged with a struggle, like a lonely cry for help in the darkness, breaking the deathly silence, yet also seeming to deliberately remind people of the depth and mystery of the night, causing a sense of unease to arise in their hearts for no reason.

Xia Wan crouched in the grass, her body trembling slightly, whether from anger or the chill of the night, she couldn't tell.

Her breathing was very soft, yet it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet night. Each exhale seemed to be releasing a breath of pent-up anger, but it could not dispel the ever-present rage within her.

Her mood was like the thick, inky night, heavy and weighing on her heart, filled with resentment towards Qiao Qiao, almost overflowing.

Ever since she learned that Qiao Qiao was using her godfather's connections to act recklessly, Xia Wan's anger was like a powder keg that had been lit, burning fiercely without ever showing any sign of being extinguished.

Every time she recalled Qiao Qiao's smug and arrogant demeanor, it was as if a red-hot iron was mercilessly burning her heart, filling her chest with resentment, making her restless, and feeling as if countless ants were crawling wildly in her heart. That feeling was more unbearable than physical pain.

This anger surged and fermented within her, like a volcano about to erupt, with magma surging underground, ready to break through the earth's crust at any moment.

This anger compels her to do something to vent it tonight, otherwise she feels she will be completely overwhelmed by this surging rage, sink into an endless abyss of pain, swallowed by darkness, and never find a glimmer of light again.

She closed her eyes, and images of Qiao Qiao using her godfather's connections to seek personal gain kept flashing through her mind. Those images were like sharp knives, piercing her heart again and again.

She waited and waited, her eyes fixed intently on the end of the road, her focused gaze seemingly trying to pierce the darkness and drag out the person she hated from the shadows.

Mosquitoes buzzed and swarmed around her like a group of tireless little devils, biting her every now and then. She was oblivious to the itching and stinging on her skin, her mind completely consumed by hatred for Qiao Qiao.

Unconsciously, her hands clenched tighter and tighter, her nails digging deep into her palms, leaving clear crescent-shaped marks. Crimson blood seeped out, slowly sliding down her palms and dripping into the grass, but she was completely unaware of it. It was as if this would transform the anger in her heart into the most powerful force, a force that would become the sharp blade of her revenge, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the betrayer at any time.

Her eyes were firm yet filled with hatred, as if at this moment, her world consisted only of Qiao Qiao and her revenge.

Not long after, a sudden "creak" from a bicycle chain came through the night. It was especially clear in the eerily quiet night, which seemed to swallow up all sounds. The sound was sharp and piercing, like a mournful note that streaked across the night sky. It instantly broke the tranquility of the night and also broke the taut string in Xia Wan's heart.

Xia Wan tensed up instantly, every muscle taut as steel, her heart pounding uncontrollably, the thumping echoing in her ears, making her eardrums ache. She knew that the "prey" she had been waiting for had arrived.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Wu Erzhu riding that dilapidated bicycle. The paint on the frame was peeling and the handlebars were crooked. With each pedal stroke, the chain made a teeth-grinding sound.

Qiao Qiao sat in the back seat, the two chatting and laughing, their faces beaming with happiness. But to Xia Wan, that smile was incredibly jarring. They were completely unaware of the impending storm.

Qiao Qiao's clear laughter drifted on the wind, but to Xia Wan, it was incredibly grating, like sharp little knives cutting into her nerves again and again, each cut fueling her anger and threatening to burn away her reason completely.

Xia Wan clenched her fists even tighter, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her breathing became rapid, like a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey.

Xia Wan took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, as if she wanted to inhale the oppressive night into her lungs.

She suddenly stood up and strode towards them, her steps firm and powerful, yet ruthless. Each step seemed to tread on the hearts of her enemies, and the earth seemed to tremble slightly beneath her feet.

Her figure appeared exceptionally tall and majestic under the cover of night, like a vengeful messenger from the darkness, radiating a chilling aura, filled with boundless rage and determination as hard as steel and unshakable.

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