Shen Baishuang believes her younger sister, Shen Yiren, is too naive and doesn't understand how unpredictable people's hearts can be, making her easy to deceive and bully.
If it weren't for their eldest sister, Shen Jianjia, mediating between them, the relationship between the two sisters would likely have been a mess long ago.
"Mm, something came up earlier, so I returned."
Shen Baishuang's figure, wrapped in a red dress, was exceptionally slender and graceful, like the most exquisite sculpture of a goddess, displaying her charming elegance.
Her long, waterfall-like black hair flowed down her shoulders like the most delicate silk, shimmering with a gentle, crystalline sheen, cascading down to her high, curvaceous hips.
The red dress, almost slit up to her thighs, swayed with the breeze, occasionally revealing glimpses of her snowy, creamy skin, as if unintentionally teasing those around her, leaving them dizzy and nearly spellbound at her feet.
