In the basement of the villa, Li Ruyun lightly drew her index finger across the palm of her left hand.
Her fingernail was like a blade, and a line of blood appeared in her palm at once.
The red liquid dripped drop by drop onto the floor.
Li Ruyun held her still-bleeding palm up in the air, directly opposite the shortened white candle.
As the blood fell on the flame, it hissed, and a rich, bloody scent immediately wafted through the basement.
Bathed in the flickering candlelight, Li Ruyun's face was unnervingly illuminated from below.
Her eyes acquired a hint of blood-red.
Through the bloodline, Li Ruyun had fully sensed Yue Qingqing's Qi Fortune.
It was like clouds tinted with gradually rising warm colors by the early sun, boundless and limitless, stirring up an inexplicable warmth and joy in others.
She had not expected Yue Qingqing's fortune to be so prosperous.
Completely unlike what Li Ruyu had back then.
But from now on, it would all be hers.
