Arabella knew Quintina had wanted to teach Tang Changsheng a lesson. She just hadn't known they would be so heavy-handed... and end up hurting themselves instead!
And now it seemed Tang Changsheng was nowhere near as simple as they had first imagined.
They had hoped to use a lavish banquet to shake his confidence and drive him and Ling Xiaoyu apart...
Every sister in the Rose Society was exceptional, with a bright future ahead of her. None of them could go around with someone like Tang Changsheng...
But now the whole thing had turned into a farce...
Arabella's thoughts grew hazy, and she drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, Rose Castle stood utterly empty.
When she woke and walked down the long corridor, there was no one anywhere.
Every room was empty. Many were even thick with dust and cobwebs.
She turned around and suddenly realized that all of Rose Castle had grown old and dilapidated. Paint flaked from the walls everywhere, and the doors and windows were falling apart.
She was the only person walking through the building. An inexplicable panic rose in her chest.
Then she heard someone quietly weeping, the sound full of sorrow.
Frightened but curious, Arabella went toward it and saw a dark figure crouched in a corner, crying.
For some reason, the moment she saw the figure, she felt a wave of evil, savagery, coldness, and malice. It was as if a hand had seized her heart and squeezed!
As the figure slowly raised its head, an immense terror threatened to drag her into an abyss of despair...
Just then, the figure screamed and stared in disbelief at the short spear that had pierced it from behind.
The fierce beat of war drums reached her in a way she could almost feel but