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I clenched the sleeves of the wedding dress and closed my eyes, refusing to look at her.

Today's outcome, she brought upon herself.

Just now, Tang Feifei's offense to the Fire God was far too serious, and the villagers' faces had already darkened.

The gaunt old woman was the first to rush forward, her twig-like fingers fiercely grasping Tang Feifei's carefully groomed hair.

"Wretched wench! How dare you desecrate the Fire God!"

A slap landed heavily on Tang Feifei's face, her head jerked to one side, the carefully applied makeup completely ruined, with foundation mixed with blood into a mess.

I stood outside the crowd, quietly watching the scene.

How familiar it was.

Just like back then, when Tang Feifei grabbed my hair and pressed my face into the water accumulated in the toilet.

"Scream! Why aren't you screaming now!"

Back then, she stepped on my back, laughing sweetly yet maliciously.

"Weren't you good at pretending? Pretend to be pitiful again!"