Ye Yun's eyes widened instantly.
She stared at Li Qiao without blinking, and her senses toward her began to feel increasingly alien.
Several years ago, the scene of their first meeting at the Li Family surfaced in her mind.
Back then, Li Qiao was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. The first time Ye Yun saw her, she instinctively took a dislike to her.
It was because the girl bore a kind of indifferent and nearly dark aura that was indescribable, and every approach made Ye Yun feel uncomfortable.
Despite appearing lazy and relaxed, her presence was powerful, and those excessively dark eyes always gave Ye Yun the illusion of being intimidated.
Ye Yun came from a decent background, a scholarly family, and was Li Jun's junior at school.
When the two of them came together, they were the envy of others, an exalted match made in heaven.
It was just unfortunate that later...
