"It's the new miss," a servant exclaimed.
Yun Qingqing's eyes lit up, and she turned around hastily. That lowly girl from Yalan Country had finally appeared. Such a filthy girl wants to be her sister? Dream on!
At their first meeting, she wanted to make this girl look utterly ridiculous and become the laughingstock of the guests.
But when she looked back at the girl appearing at the doorway, her face froze, her eyes widened instantly. Where was that filthy girl? What was going on? Why was it completely different from what she imagined?
All she saw was a frail, pitiable girl standing barefoot at the door. Her loose, curly hair was intertwined with a few fresh green leaves, her face showed an innocent and wandering expression. She bit her lip, holding a large bouquet of fresh roses, standing there helplessly.
