"Clap! Clap! Clap!" A young female reporter sat in the corner of the bridal shop, applauding as if watching a spectacle. She had sharply cut hair and a slender face, and as she clapped, she slowly walked toward Yin Xiamo.

During the earlier chaos, she had remained detached, observing everything coldly, yet she hadn't followed the other reporters out. It seemed, for her, Yin Xiamo was the far more interesting subject.

Yin Xiamo started slightly.

She suddenly felt a familiar quality in the face before her.

"Long time no see," the reporter extended her hand to Yin Xiamo, her eyes unfathomable. "You are as commanding, composed, and eye-catching as you ever were."

"Who are you?" Yin Xiamo frowned, grasping the offered hand.

The reporter's hand was cold as a snake, sending a chill deep into her heart. Images flashed suddenly through her mind: fights at school, and that dark place—she felt she had seen her there before... "Have you forgotten me? That truly shouldn't be."

The reporter’s fingers were slick and icy. "I am Hua Jin, a reporter for the Orange Daily. In my capacity as a journalist, I will strive to let the public know certain truths."

Hua Jin... Yin Xiamo stared hard at her, trying to decipher the meaning behind that smile.

"Oh, yes, I have another name—Fang, Jin, Hua," the reporter released her hand, revealing a strange, twisted smile. "As Fang Jinhua, I will return everything I ever suffered from you, tenfold!" Summer of Foam III