Love is as vast as the Milky Way, impossible to cross.

Seeing Liu Shiyin like this, Qin Xiang undoubtedly acknowledged her feelings for Mu Chen. Her jealousy and anger had clouded her judgment, and she only wanted to vent her anger and make Liu Shiyin pay the price.

"Why are you standing so far away from me? Feeling guilty? Come here,"

Qin Xiang's voice, like a cold sword, pierced the silent air. She coldly ordered Xiao Hong and Xue'er to bring Liu Shiyin to her side.

The moment Liu Shiyin heard those words, an indescribable fear surged within her. She turned to flee this nightmarish place, but Xiao Hong and Xue'er stood like two iron walls, firmly guarding the entrance, leaving Liu Shiyin nowhere to escape.

Together, they restrained Liu Shiyin, their strong arms binding her like chains, preventing her from breaking free. Under their pressure, they forced Liu Shiyin to the ground at Qin Xiang's feet.

Qin Xiang's eyes were as cold as ice, her face expressionless, like a frozen lake, without a ripple. Suddenly, she stretched out her slender yet powerful hand and slapped Liu Shiyin hard across the face.

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of slaps echoing in the room. Qin Xiang's long fingernails mercilessly scratched across Liu Shiyin's cheek, instantly leaving shocking marks on her face.

Those scars, like marks from a raging fire, were deeply etched on Liu Shiyin's face and in her heart. Her eyes were filled with terror and despair, but Qin Xiang seemed not to see them; her eyes held only coldness and hatred.

Before anyone could react, Qin Xiang reached out again and delivered another resounding slap. This time, Liu Shiyin almost fainted.

The atmosphere inside the room grew even more oppressive, as if even the air itself was filled with fear and despair. Liu Shiyin's body trembled, her heart overflowing with endless pain and humiliation. Qin Xiang, like a cold-blooded judge, was mercilessly punishing Liu Shiyin in her own way.

Liu Shiyin's cheeks were now swollen and red, with clear bloodstains. Thin drops of blood oozed from the scratches, creating a stark contrast with her originally fair skin, making her look exceptionally pitiful.

However, Qin Xiang's anger did not seem to subside. Her eyes grew even fiercer, like raging flames, as if she wanted to burn everything to ashes. She angrily scanned her surroundings, grabbed anything within reach, and hurled it at Liu Shiyin.

The objects traced sharp arcs in the air, carrying Qin Xiang's anger and hatred as they flew towards Liu Shiyin.

Xiao Hong and Xue'er, who were standing nearby, had already released Liu Shiyin in fear of Qin Xiang's madness. They huddled in the corner, watching the scene before them with terror, as if they were witnessing a vision of hell. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they even breathed cautiously, afraid of attracting Qin Xiang's attention.

Without Xiao Hong and Xue'er restraining her, Liu Shiyin seized the opportunity to pick up the bag that had fallen beside her. She clutched the bag tightly, as if it were her only lifeline.

She stood up quickly and ran towards the door without thinking. She had only one thought in her mind: to escape this terrifying place and Qin Xiang's wrath.

"You two, go and stop her!"

Startled awake by the shout, Xiao Hong and Xue'er were taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening and chased after them.

Just as Liu Shiyin was about to reach the door, Xiao Hong and Xue'er caught up with her. A wave of despair washed over Liu Shiyin; she knew she had been driven to the brink.

Just then, Aunt Wang opened the door and walked in. Seeing the three people struggling, she immediately scolded them:

"What are you doing? Don't you have any manners?"