Her tone was smooth, dangerous, each word measured with venomous precision.
The shift in atmosphere was instant.
Even the crew watching from behind the monitors seemed to lean in unconsciously.
An Yuexin hesitated—a split second of uncertainty that wasn't scripted. But Chen Lin caught it. She pressed forward, tilting her head as if savoring the moment.
"You took everything from me," Chen Lin continued, her voice like silk wrapped around a dagger. "And now, I will take something from you in return."
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
An Yuexin tried to regain control of the scene, her brows furrowing as she took a breath. "I never meant to hurt you—"
—but you left me with nothing," Chen Lin cut in, her voice quiet but razor-sharp.
She took a step closer, their proximity turning the tension into something almost unbearable. "So tell me, how should I believe you now?"