Why was it that, despite being a woman just like her, what she struggled to obtain with all her wit and effort was something that Mu Xiangwan could so easily refuse?
Why was the world so unfair?
As Wu Meiting pondered over this, she felt increasingly unhappy and gloomy. The beautiful crystal nails she had manicured with such care dug into the redwood railings with such force that faint, fierce marks appeared.
Mu Xiangwan, if I can't have peace, neither will you!
"Sister Meiting…" Suddenly a refined young man walked up to her, his soft smile filled with aching tenderness. "Sister Meiting, what's wrong? Did you have too much to drink, again?"
Wu Meiting smiled, the fiery sparkles in her eyes being hidden as soon as she turned around.
With a coquettish smile, Wu Meiting looped her arm through the man's and sauntered off. "Oh, how can this much drink ever get to me? You underestimate my tolerance!"
