Bi Chanjuan stood in front of them, leaning on one hip with her arms lazily crossed. Her skin seemed even paler at night, like the essence of the moon, or the sheen of a ghost's trail. Even though they didn't look quite alike, that was something, at least, that Bi Chanjuan and her sister shared — skin so smooth and pale that it seemed to glow ethereally.
Bi Chanjuan's face was split into a sarcastic cherry smile that seemed to sneer slightly, her dark eyes flashing. In contrast, she tapped her bright and shining golden-nailed fingers lazily on her upper arms, like she couldn't possibly care less.
Bi Chanjuan took a step closer, her black eyes shining dangerously.
"What're you doing here?" Abrial scowled, crossing her arms. "Are you into eating contests or something?"
