Bright lights poured down like mercury from the banquet hall, illuminating every corner. The elegant and melodious sound of the piano flowed gently like a stream, pleasantly soothing!
White Rose held a champagne glass with long stems, her long legs wrapped in a black evening dress, gracefully standing in front of Ye Xunhuan and Qiu Ruoxi, a light smile on her lips, seemingly enjoying her conversation with Qiu Ruoxi.
However, as she spoke, White Rose's peripheral vision kept sweeping over Ye Xunhuan's body, intentionally or unintentionally.
Though White Rose's actions were subtle, they were still captured by Qiu Ruoxi, who felt a growing sense of confusion and puzzlement within.
Why does White Rose keep looking at Ye Xunhuan?
Could it be that she is also interested in Ye Xunhuan?
Thinking of this, Qiu Ruoxi couldn't help but feel a tightness in her chest.
