Qiao Xia frowned as she looked at the Gu Xixi before her, an unwelcome visitor. Dressed in a pink dress and light makeup, Gu Xixi was the picture of health, not at all like someone on the brink of death.
She looked even younger than her years, her face adorned with a sweet smile.
"What do you want?" Qiao Xia asked in a deep voice. "You are not welcome here."
Gu Xixi, full of earnest conviction, her features beautiful and expressive, took out a red wedding invitation from her bag with a sweetness and softness about her. The bright red color, more intense than red roses, stung Qiao Xia's eyes.
She handed it over gently.
