The youth looked intelligent, beautiful as snow and as clear as jade. He was flawless, emitting an air of purity and wholesomeness, but his eyes were piercingly cold.
His pair of eyes could send chills down one's body especially when he was staring right at you. He sat on a special chair, and his presence felt almost negligible throughout the entire period.
"Come, Bixue, you sit here. Young Master Qin is not feeling well. Sit here to take care of him."
While talking, Old Madam Shen ushered Bixue toward Qin Huailing.
Yun Bixue smiled gently. "Grandma, look at you bustling and wobbling around. I should stay beside you to take care of you. Younger sister Mengshi is the best at taking care of others. Let her sit over there instead!"
What a joke. Even though her grandfather had already awoken, Old Lady Shen still wanted her to marry into the Qin family. Too bad, she was no longer at the mercy of others.
