Every woman wants to look a bit better in front of the one she loves, perhaps without any deeper calculations, just like Liu Qingluo... merely wanting him to glance at her one more time.
Now, even Ah Qing, who has never been so much like a woman, harbors such a naive thought.
Ah Qing looks at the reflection in the mirror, with a hint of blush in her eyes, her slender jade-like fingers tucking the strands of hair by her forehead behind her ear, revealing a face full of girlish charm.
"I never thought... I would show such an expression."
She tilts slightly to the side, the corner of her lips forming a smile that's not entirely a smile.
Wanting to laugh.
But unable to laugh.
What does it mean to be toyed with by fate?
