Watching Zhou Xinyao mingle effortlessly with everyone, Xia Lu couldn't help but sigh. After all, they were not from the same world. No matter how much she rebelled, this was the lifestyle she had grown accustomed to since childhood, always as comfortable as a fish in water in such settings. In contrast, she herself was not that happy.
"I'm going to the restroom," she whispered, seizing the opportunity to slip away.
Leaning against the wall, Xia Lu took off her shoes. Sure enough, her little toe had developed a red mark. The pointed high heels did not match her foot type at all, worn purely to match her outfit and out of necessity.
A shadow of another person appeared in the small corner.
"Do your feet hurt?" Turning around, it was Ye Shaotang.
"Brother Shaotang?" Xia Lu was somewhat surprised. She hadn't seen him in the banquet hall just now and thought he hadn't come today.
