"Hello, everyone."
——Jiang Xing'er.
Jiang Xing'er was an ice-cold beauty with a world-weary disposition; her face seldom showed a smile.
Back in the days of Sweetheart Girlband, she just wasn't fond of smiling. Even when forced to "serve" the fans, a brilliant hint of a smile could still be captured.
After all, in a girl group, each member had their own charm, which represented their uniqueness,
but in recent years, she had adopted an air of weariness about the world, and even the songs she wrote and her new albums leaned more towards a dark and cold style.
However, unlike Jia Manyun, who had an air of arrogance about her elegant coldness, Jiang Xing'er exuded an icy and distant politeness.
And deep in her marrow, there was a profound rejection that kept people at arm's length.
Ming Ge's steps faltered slightly.
Thinking about the reason Jiang Xing'er had become what she was now...
Her eyes deepened, and she sighed inwardly.
