The dressing mirror was shattered into pieces, and Lin Yan stood in front of it, her face somewhat haggard, radiating a pitifully fragile charm.
She took a selfie and sent it to Lu Chenyuan, a distinct change from her usual vivacious beauty.
The sound of Zhao Wan'er slamming the door almost made the remaining shards of mirror fall to the ground.
Dealing with one Gu Yi was headache enough, but Gu Mingyue was typically unwilling to accept a loss.
Catching a mistress meant having to fill in a few words for her, leading Zhao Wan'er to misunderstandings.
The relationships between women were the hardest to handle, and Lin Yan didn't know what bad karma she had to have gotten involved with these two sisters.
Beauty is a curse, and Lu Chenyuan had become that curse.
Song Qingping's eyes were red, and tears fell plop, plop down onto the new laptop she had bought, perched on her legs.
