Qiao Mansion, inside Daqiao’s boudoir.
In front of the bronze mirror, the bridge is lightly made up.
She was wearing a red dress, a pearl and jade on her head, and her skin was as white as snow. She was truly beautiful.
Behind her, Xiaoqiao was combing Daqiao's long hair. There was some reluctance in her beautiful eyes, because her sister was about to get married.
"Sister, I," Xiaoqiao choked.
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