In the direction of the second floor, a woman stepped down in style.

The woman was not wearing extremely expensive damask, only a bean green saree.

The green smoke trails like a fairy in a painting, curling up.

The long, inkcolored hair was draped behind her, and only the simplest jade hairpin was on her head.

The eyes, however, looked a little stern, but the face was a little pale and sickly.

Seeing her come down, the Gong family's hearts were slightly ...