The two stood facing each other, the wind from the corridor lifting Wei Anning's long hair, dancing in the air, adding a touch of solemnity to her expression. Dora was definitely a woman she held in awe.
Five years ago, when they first met, she wore a diamond crown, her long golden hair styled into a bun, sitting high and noble beside the Duke, exuding an aura of elegance and grace.
At that time, she was 25 years old, with sharp and wise amber cat eyes, carrying a hint of coldness and intrigue. Her silent gaze alone could make one's heart tremble.
Over the years, Wei Anning had met all sorts of people, but none were as quietly malicious as Dora, yet without any visible flaws.
Now that she has returned from prison, how will she stir up chaos in her life?
