Ning Rongyue carried the insulated food container outside. Quan Yu's car had already driven off, and Lai Yang was coquettishly hugging Ning Guiwan's arm, pleading with her to live with her at the Quan family mansion.
In the yard, a large patch of hibiscus flowers bloomed. Ning Guiwan stood before them, a smile in her eyes. Her skin was so pale under the sun it seemed translucent, with only her red lips like fire, their color even more intense than the flowers' vivid hues.
A sharp sting made Ning Rongyue's eyes ache, and she raised her hand to touch her left cheek.
The uneven sensation under her fingertips made Ning Rongyue's expression darken, her complexion sinking.
Even if she used the best cosmetics, what did it matter? Covering it up didn't mean it wasn't there.
Over the years, Ning Rongyue had regretted more than once listening to that person and gambling with what was most important to a woman.
