Ming Yao came out of Yun Qinghong's office.
A soft and tender voice arose, "Senior Sister."
Ming Yao looked up and saw the girl standing not far away.
Yun Qingge.
She had a face as delicate as a lotus flower, with every feature from her brows and eyes to her nose and lips crafted with precision. Her long hair, which hadn't been dyed or permed, draped over her shoulders, enhancing her youthful and pure charm.
Yun Qingge was Yun Qinghong's only daughter.
Ever since she was little, she had been pretty and lively, the joy of the Tang Sect.
The last time Ming Yao had seen her was in a video in the Tang Sect group chat.
Someone had shared a video of her and the Senior Brother's wedding ceremony in the group.
Back then, her eyes were curved in joy, looking as if they held countless stars within, shimmering and bright.
But this time, her eyes were tinged with a light layer of melancholy and sorrow.
