"Sister, you've finally escaped the Cold Palace." Hailan lowered her eyelids obediently, but beneath her seemingly shy expression, long eyelashes concealed the disdain in her eyes. The bitter taste of almonds still lingered on her tongue, but when An Lingrong opened her eyes again, she had already transmigrated into the body of Keliyete Hailan. The woman sitting opposite her, with pouty lips and delicately raised eyebrows, was Hailan's close friend in the palace. That's what the maid said. But based on the information An Lingrong had subtly extracted from her in recent days, she was utterly disdainful of this. What close friend? This woman opposite her...
