Chapter 19

Dara did not dare to confront me directly in the days that followed. But, of course, sarcasm, backstabbing, or pranks cannot be avoided.

Almost every night, when I return to my sleeping place, I find the blanket stuffed with dead mice, cockroaches, or snakes.

These things I can bear; take the blanket out, don't cover for a night, can't get cold to death. But the climax was that today, she was aiming for not my blanket but my clothes.

After showering, I returned to my room to find my closet drawer open. I rushed over to check, crumbs scattered everywhere. All the clothes I brought were torn, torn and dirty inside.

Behind me was a group of people covering their mouths with gloating laughter.

I turned around, glanced at each person's face, and asked. "Who did this?"

No one answered me; many people looked at me with pitying eyes but absolutely did not dare to point out the criminal.

My chest rose and fell, a wave of invisible anger surged, and my mind seemed engulfed. I rolled my eyes and