Snowflakes fluttered down, the biting wind pierced to the bone.
Gust after gust seemed almost powerful enough to penetrate a person's marrow.
Hua Lianyue couldn't help but to cough twice, her face ghastly pale; her peach blossom eyes, appearing both pleased and displeased, affectionate and irate, peered through the blizzard ahead.
She just so happened to see her own senior sister gazing steadily at her, her eyes cold, her stunning cheeks devoid of expression.
As if her heart contained no ripples,
However, having been with her senior sister for more than a decade, she understood her excessively well.
The so-called indifference and detachment of her senior sister was often nothing more than a poker face.
From those clear pupils, one could tell that Ye Qinghong was looking forward with great anticipation, eager for her to agree to that so-called bridesmaid proposal.
But this...
Was utterly absurd.
