She smiled and accepted the invitations from one elegant gentleman after another, or coldly rejected those men she didn't think highly of. The brilliance of the entire party seemed to gather upon her, her beauty enchanting enough to capture souls—knowing she's poison, yet one can't help but swallow it whole.
Su Jiameng yawned silently, her eyes squeezing out two drops of tears. As she thought, the most boring and time-wasting thing in the world is these banquets where clinking glasses intermingle with deceit, everyone wearing masks and speaking words wrapped in hidden needles...
This really is something people wouldn't like. After all, attending such a party is just an opportunity to be bullied or ignored for those with dim minds.
About an hour later, Jin Baorong showed a touch of soft fatigue, lazily leaning on her male dance partner, her soft, boneless hand quietly slipping into his clothes, her beautiful eyes tinged with a faint pink hue.
