"Okay," Yue Ran said with a pair of eyes that lit up like the stars in the night sky. "Thank you, Qian Qian."
The girl smiled so sweetly. Her red lips were bent, and something dark and obscure flashed in her inky black eyes that no one could see.
…
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.
"Ran Ran, are you ready to go?" Qi Qian asked.
"Wait a moment," Yue Ran's voice said. "Just a minute."
The beautiful girl was trying to fit a dress into the small rose-gold suitcase at this time. The long and lustrous black hair that had just been curled in the morning was lying softly on her thin and graceful back, swaying in arcs with the owner's movements.
Yue Ran's small suitcase was too full.
Qi Qian, who was looking at the delicate and beautiful girl in front of her, could not help but look down on herself.
