Jing Yuan didn't want to bother with this annoying junior sister. She sat there, gently stirring her coffee, resting her chin in one hand, lost in quiet reverie, epitomizing the longing for love unique to young girls.
In contrast to the two extremes represented by the sisters, Ai seemed much more normal. Today's weather was exceptionally warm, as if overnight it had shifted from winter to summer. The temperature had reached thirty degrees, and many girls had already begun to show off their good figures, including Ai. She wore an off-the-shoulder top and a floral skirt, unreservedly displaying her delicate and fair skin, which shone invitingly, making it impossible for anyone to imagine she was a demoness with powerful mana.
