Eliza Yan didn't expect that Cecilia Yan would come to Ji's house to look for her.
In the back garden of Ji's house, the red roses all over the garden exuded bursts of fragrance. They were clusters as red as fire.
The eldest lady is sitting on a swing made of vines, which is covered with purple wisteria.
She bit the straw and sipped the strawberry juice squeezed by the servant.
The girl's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly raised her eyes to see Cecilia Yan walking not far away.
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