C1654 We Have a Common Enemy

In Jin Suyan's boudoir.

A crystal mirror as tall as a person reflected a newcomer dressed in a big red wedding dress. She put on some makeup, but her beauty was unparalleled.

A devastatingly beautiful woman. Perhaps it was her. It was just that the corner of her eyes and the corners of her brows were filled with unexplainable melancholy.

A round-faced designer beside her exclaimed