She wore two bright white hair clips in her hair, brimming with a youthful girl's charm.
Shen Qing'e first noticed Xue Yuantong and then immediately ignored her,
only to look at another girl.
Shen Qing'e's expression grew solemn, struck by awe, as the girl wore a rustic white-green vertically striped long dress.
On any other girl, this dress would have detracted from her appearance, but on her, it somehow exuded a sense of ethereal grace—like she perfected the dress.
The girl's face was cold, yet amidst the bustling night market, she seemed to be in a world of her own.
Shen Qing'e couldn't help feeling defeated; in terms of looks, she admitted she was no match.
She secretly wondered what relationship this girl had with Jiang Ning, wasn't Xue Yuantong the only one before?
Xue Chuchu noticed a girl looking at her, a situation she had been accustomed to from childhood, not just from that girl but from many passersby around.
