Yun Bixue sat there and watched Miao Zifu being escorted out. This time, she really was unable to recognize her. Her hair was disheveled and unkempt. Her body was also filthy, as if she had climbed out of a cave. It was truly difficult to look at her in this state.
On the other hand, Yun Bixue had donned a smart suit, looking exquisite and elegant. Even just by sitting upright, she appeared highborn.
When Miao Zifu came out and saw Yun Bixue for the first time, she did not feel much jealousy within her. In fact, she had always envied the gracefulness Yun Bixue possessed; it was something that she could never master. No matter what she wore, Yun Bixue and her were always worlds apart.
Afterward, she thought that she had won, but instead, she only became even more pitiful. "Yun Bixue, if you're here to mock me, then you've succeeded!"
Yun Bixue simply gave Miao Zifu a look of contempt. "Would I gain anything from mocking you?"
