In the Jiang Family's villa.
"Youyi, there's something dirty on your eyelids." When the family sat together for dinner, Mrs. Jiang saw the small piece of paper on her daughter's eyelids.
"Mom, this isn't dirty. My right eyelid is twitching wildly today. I don't feel good, so I pressed it down."
"You're so young. Why are you so superstitious? Take it off quickly. It's so ugly."
Jiang Youyi pursed her lips and muttered softly, "Good things happen when your left eye jumps, and trouble happens when your right eye jumps. This is really unsettling."
When Mrs. Jiang was young, she was as beautiful as a fairy who had descended to the mortal world. Jiang Youtian had inherited all her beauty. Her eldest brother, Jiang Nian, was more like her father. As the third child, Jiang Youyi did not look like her father or mother, but she was still a bright beauty. Otherwise, Xu Yuning would not have loved her so much with just a glance.
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