Nian Duoduo tried hard to suppress the fear in her heart and the cowardice shaped by past shadows, recalling her past actions, she gently pressed a button on her phone.
Nian Duoduo's nails dug into her palms, she could smell the scent of blood, yet a smile tugged at her lips, "Of course, it's me. I just didn't expect we would meet here."
Yi Jiao scrutinized Yi Duo from head to toe, her porcelain-like skin, large captivating eyes, a perfectly oval face, stunning without any makeup. The most crucial element was her subtle, pure aura that was utterly enchanting.
A hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.
She remembered when they were children, people called Yi Duo the purest little princess, always above everyone, receiving everyone's affection, and even her childhood fiancé was someone as enviably excellent as Si Han.
The heavens truly favored her, granting her all the best things.
But so what?
