"…"
"How did her hair turn white overnight? This is too suicidal."
Wei Jiaoniang shook her head disapprovingly and stuffed another rose preserve into her mouth.
The sweet, sour, and fragrant smell made her squint in satisfaction. She sent the plate of rose preserves in Gu Yanfei's direction.
The music from below became incomparably mournful, making one's heart tighten. On the stage, the actor playing Miss Li sat in front of the mirror with a head full of white hair and tears.
The snow-like silver threads shone with a crystalline luster in the lights of the stage and were shocking.
If one didn't look at the front and only looked at her back, she looked like a 70-year-old woman.
Wei Jiaoniang's heart skipped a beat, and she said excitedly, "Yanfei, have you heard of a strange thing in the capital these few days?"
