In the car on the way home, Xiao Man gazed out the window at the streetlights, blurred and indistinct behind the swirling snow. Musing over Yang Liu'er's words, she thought about how the sisters, Bai Qingyue and Bai Yifen, had barely bothered her recently. 'I thought they'd given up, but it looks like they're still after the same thing.'
'They still want to go down the same old path as in my last life: a marriage alliance between the Bai and Tang families to consolidate power, suppress the Gu family, and climb even higher. A lofty ideal, but a pity for them. When it comes to this marriage alliance, they're doomed to be disappointed.'
