The masked woman raised her eyebrows defiantly, "So what if he has a fiancée? I am also his darling. Don't be jealous. He doesn't like your type, too bland."
This last sentence was particularly interesting, a thinly veiled reference to Bai Bing's figure.
Huaxia people are generally not voluptuous, and Bai Bing had put in great effort to maintain her beautifully contoured physique back in those days.
But because her bone structure was naturally not that of a delicate frame, no matter how much she altered her appearance, it would still feel slightly off. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that many parts of her body were modified.
Bai Bing's face turned pale, tears slowly rolling down her face as she murmured softly, "Brother Yan, we have been childhood sweethearts from a young age, why must you…"
