Shen Mengya's eyes were bloodshot as she frantically tore at the chains above her, her wrists covered in deep red marks from the bindings.

Yet she seemed entirely indifferent, as if those hands weren't her own.

Her emotions were utterly deranged: "Ahhh!! Bai Yue, you bastard! Damn your ancestors!!!"

"What skills do you have? Besides locking me up here, what else can you do?"