"Senior Sister Qingcheng, are you really going to marry that Zhao Xingpu?"
In an elegant courtyard of the Baihua Sect, a girl with a hairpin in her hair looked at the sorrowful expression on Luoqing City's face and asked cautiously.
Before the girl was a small pond where blooming lotus flowers emitted a delicate fragrance. A school of colorful fish meandered within, their tails flicking and occasionally splashing the surface.
"Sigh!"
Luoqing City didn't answer the girl with the hairpin. Instead, she sighed, lost in thought.
"The Zhao Family is going too far! Why don't we just run away?" Seeing her senior sister's expression, a glint of hatred flashed in the eyes of the girl with the hairpin.
