For Peng Fang, this feeling was deeply ingrained. Because, for the first time, she was inexplicably hurt by a boy due to Lin Jiajing's presence. Perhaps it was at that moment she understood—between women, the difference was merely appearances, capable of categorizing people into hierarchies. A woman's beauty, much like her talent, was a weapon that could not be ignored.
"I remember you," Peng Fang said. "Because you're beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful. You make people feel powerless."
Lin Jiajing listened to her words and instead gave her a deep look. "The person who leaves an impression is actually you. Your family, your background—they're things I can never hope to match."
Two sentences, spoken by two people. Suddenly, they both realized that there had been a trace of envy between them all along. Perhaps it was precisely this that made it impossible for them not to continue speaking their minds.
