She picked up the glass of water on the table and took a small sip.
Then she looked at Jiang Li. "Don't be nervous, have some water and relax a bit."
"Oh, oh, okay." Jiang Li picked up the water. Maybe because she had a guilty conscience, her hand trembled slightly, and a bit of water splashed out, sprinkling onto the back of her own hand.
Xia Weibao smiled and handed her a tissue. "How are you this careless."
Jiang Li gave an awkward smile, then reached out to take the tissue being passed over.
The hand on the other end of the tissue was very fair and very beautiful. Jiang Li was an uneducated person and couldn't think of any good adjectives to praise these hands; all she had in her mind was: they're so pretty.
Then she looked at her own hands—thin and dark, with calluses, looking grimy.
It made her feel a bit inferior, and a bit unbalanced.
They're all human, so why is the gap so big.
