C418 Your Mother Is Dead

Hsing Yu was dressed in a charming, pale yellow vintage outfit, her black hair cascading like a cloud. Playfully, she had adorned her hair with pearls and jade. As she lifted the beaded curtain, her captivating eyes met Qiao Mo's gaze directly. Even as a fellow woman, Qiao Mo was momentarily taken aback by her beauty.

Unexpectedly, she ran into Hsing Yu, who was clearly there for makeup