The few people who were originally deeply emotional and jovial immediately changed their expressions upon entering the Su Family courtyard and meeting Su Li's gaze under the eaves.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy and serious.
Su Li smiled, casually fanning herself with a palm fan, her posture unchanged in the bamboo chair.
Although Su Li wore the simplest and ugliest ash-blue cotton shirt and lounged carelessly, her air of carefree elegance was apparent, brightening the simplicity and dimness of the courtyard like an impressionistic landscape painting or a vivid and dramatic oil painting.
The central figure of the painting was the girl in the bamboo chair.
Every glance took everyone's breath away.
Su Mo's eyes burned with anger, her teeth involuntarily bit into her lips, and her fingernails unknowingly dug into her palm.
Jealousy boiled inside her heart, refusing to settle down.
