Qin Mo was radiant, blossoming like a vibrant flower from the mud anew.
Beside Chu Yiqin, she didn't seem overshadowed by his presence one bit. The man's features were exquisitely chiseled, his handsome face flawless, as if meticulously sculpted by a skilled artisan, causing the hearts of many high-born ladies to flutter uncontrollably.
This was Chu Yiqin.
Wherever he went, he became the center of attention.
Qin Mo only felt that the gazes resting on her carried hostility, confusion, and fervor. It seemed that just standing by his side was enough to draw ample resentment.
She clutched the man's hand tightly, refusing to let go.
Having learned from past incidents at parties, she now clung to Chu Yiqin throughout the event, ensuring that no one dared to trouble her.
"What's wrong?"
The man furrowed his brows, appearing slightly displeased. His gaze fell on her hand, which nearly crumpled his clothing.
"It's nothing, I'm just staying with you."