Song Huanyan smiled as she glanced at the three of them, but didn't speak.
They had grown up together since they were little, fought together, made mistakes together... over a decade of friendship, tantamount to that of sisters.
"Seriously, I just can't like Yuan Xiaobai, always acting like a goody-two-shoes, and now, in that white dress... she's just like a white lotus flower," Qiao Chuchu said.
(White lotus flower implies feigning innocence.)
"Such a beautiful white lotus flower..." Yue Xiaowan sang softly.
Song Huanyan laughed.
While Song Huanyan and the others were chatting and laughing, Yuan Xiaobai had finished speaking and was now playing the piano.
It was natural for her to showcase her talents in such a setting.
Song Huanyan had also learned piano from a young age, and to be fair, Yuan Xiaobai played quite well, reaching a performance level.
She wasn't interested in listening; instead, she surveyed the room... spotting many familiar faces.
