[Second lifetime continues.]
Lina always hated their annual morning breakfast. Everyone in the goddamn family had to show up. She was growing irritated by this tradition.
Gritting her teeth, she peered over the hallway balcony railing that wrapped around their rectangular mansion. The place reminded her of a priceless hotel, with so many floors, it was no wonder people always awed at the Yang fortune.
"Is she prepared?" Clyde said to her Papa, who frowned at the question.
"She is my daughter. She is always prepared."
"I just think she is a little bit too young for him, don't you think? A pure, delicate lily like her getting deflowered just like that?" Clyde let out a loud sigh. "Pity."
"She is your niece," her Papa hissed in disbelief.
"Right."
