C789 Youngest Uncle Was a Schemer

Eighth Miss Qi, Han Qi, huddled herself into the shadows behind a pillar, her eyes reflecting a somber, lifeless gray. She seemed utterly drained, her luxurious silk dress contrasting sharply with her ghostly pale complexion. Instead of enhancing her beauty, the elegant dress only made her look like she was draped in a hauntingly red shroud.

Under the crystal chandelier in the hotel lobby