Xia Weibao's hands were the same—white, slender, and long.
The fair skin was so delicate that even the veins seemed like jade, and her nails were a naturally soft pink color, not needing any embellishments, naturally beautiful.
The hands in front of her, Ruan Shushu's, were really similar, but her skin wasn't as good as Xia Weibao's.
A bit rough.
Xia Weibao's was really like a baby's, making one want to touch them, so tender and smooth.
The type that never touches spring water.
After Pei Hong left, everyone gathered around Ruan Shushu, fawning over her.
"Shushu, Master Pei Hong is really good to you."
"Yes, I'm so envious. He even came to see you knowing you were sick."
"If only I had half your talent, I wouldn't hope to become Master Pei Hong's disciple, just to join the National Studies Association..."
"I was just a bit lucky to enter the National Studies Association first, you'll have your chances in the future too," Ruan Shushu said modestly.
