Unbeknownst to Li Meirong, Shu Qianqian disdainfully sized her up. Slumped shoulders, unbrushed hair carelessly left untied, lacking ornaments or gems. The plain girl never bothered with any accessories to make herself stand out. She only dabbed a bit of rouge on her lips and powdered her face once in a while. Her scars were concealed by the effects of magical herbs, camouflaging the imperfections which Shu Qianqian knew were still under the surface.
Shu Qianqian never understood why Brother Cheng was so fascinated with the dull girl. She was all the more astounded by Li Meirong's association with someone as handsome and powerful as the senior she just met.
Granted, she had even considered Li Meirong her friend for a while, but now that she had hurt her beloved, it was impossible for them to remain under good terms.
Shu Qianqian threw Li Meirong a dirty look of disgust.
