The lineage soldiers behind them were stunned, their mouths hanging open.
They knew something of their young lady's temperament.
She carried herself with a touch of pride and nobility.
Ordinarily, she cared quite a bit about appearances. Any young lady intent on preserving her elegance would hardly cast aside her dignity like a shrew.
Even after the elders had schemed against and ostracized her, even facing the humiliation awaiting her in this little punishment chamber, she had not abandoned her noble bearing.
Yet now, seeing the hatred in her eyes and her utterly merciless attacks—
The poised image they remembered shattered all over the floor.
The young lady changed far too quickly. Even when taking revenge in a rage, she wouldn't normally throw appearances to the wind.
As these thoughts ran through their minds, their eyes involuntarily drifted toward the young man standing comfortably to one side.
Could it all be because of him?
This strange thought surfaced in their minds.
Although Ouyang Nianci's blows came fast and fierce, she did not kill Square Face.
Her hair hung loose, and every trace of her young-lady bearing had vanished, yet she possessed another kind of poignant beauty, like a battered flower after the rain.
Far from diminishing her beauty, it gave her an irresistible allure that stirred pity in anyone who saw her.
Lin Xiaotian silently watched the seemingly crazed young lady, feeling a deeper empathy for the suffering Nian Ci had endured.
Several dozen breaths later, Ouyang Nianci suddenly stopped.
She whirled toward Lin Xiaotian, her eyes red, swollen, and streaked with tears. Fresh tears welled up, blurring her vision.
Weeping, she rushed over and threw herself at Lin Xiaotian.
Lin Xiaotian opened his arms and caught her in his embrace.
Her sobs grew louder:
"Boohoo..."
Her sobbing tore tender