Beiming Han's gaze was fixated on her, equally stunned by her beauty. This young girl was too exquisite, inciting in him a desire to present all the wonders of the world before her.
Rong Qianchen's hand holding the wine glass continuously tightened, almost crushing the fragile goblet. The stabbing pain in his chest grew more prominent. He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. Was this what people referred to as jealousy? He, who never used to care for anyone or anything, was now experiencing jealousy just like an ordinary person.
The guests at the party also had their eyes locked on Gu Qingxin as she descended the stairs. They stared and stared, unable to tear their eyes away from her.
This girl was not only beautiful, but she also possessed a clean and crisp aura that was even more alluring.
The envious gazes of a few people lurking in the shadows were filled with malice, as if they were on the brink of insanity!
