Lan Qingjia's double script violently trembled, tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. They were filled with anger, hatred, pain, and sorrow.,Lan Qingwan was in excruciating pain, her cries sharp and unending. Waves of rage and hatred surged through her, threatening to consume her.,Grab the tray's knife and plunge it deep into Lan Qingjiao's heart.。