Sister—do you know that we miss you dearly?
"Miss Guangzi, did you hear what I said?"
The star of the Moonlight Troupe, Guangzi, was gazing at the fine wine in her hand.
The amber-colored drink, illuminated by the Luminous Pearl, scattered light and shadows, much like the smile on her face—soft and dreamy, like an illusion.
A hand abruptly appeared in front of Guangzi, forcibly interrupting her memories.
Impatiently, she lifted her eyelid and glanced at Luo Qian's eager face.
In Guangzi's mind, a myriad of profanities stormed through.
She really wanted to strangle that old bastard Luo Qian, how dare he interrupt her while she was reminiscing about the beautiful memories with her sister.
She decided that after this ordeal, she would ensure that the old bastard's reputation would be ruined, and he would suffer a miserable end.
