Zhang Ziling felt a wave of panic inside, her gaze uncontrollably shifting elsewhere.

Moonlight filtered through the tent's fabric, casting a pale glow on Zhang Ziling's face.

Ever since she decided she could no longer endure the oppression and occasional outbursts of anger from others, it was as if a certain shackle in her heart had also been broken.

When she stabbed Tang Tian with a needle, she felt a thrill.