Pang Shuangyue's face stiffened slightly; she probably didn't get the effect she expected, feeling a bit uncomfortable, but she couldn't show it. She had to smile at Long Yue...
Imagine feeling frustrated but still having to force a smile, how stifling is that?
Long Yue looked at her stiff expression and felt inexplicably satisfied, chuckling softly: "Sister, what's wrong? Oh, your face doesn't look too good? Could it be... caught a chill?"
"No..." Pang Shuangyue forced a smile, "I just feel that these past two years... sister has been wronged, so I feel bad."
"Wronged about what? I've been doing quite well this past year, my husband is... very loving toward me..."
When Long Yue mentioned Li Qingmu, she showed a sweet and shy smile, lowering her head slightly, clearly a genuine sense of contentment.
Pang Shuangyue's face looked even worse.
In her understanding, Pang Longyue was proud and arrogant; how could she marry a poor boy from the countryside?
