She was wearing an off-white cashmere dress of fine quality but conservative style. Her long hair hung gently on her shoulders, and she wore light and decent makeup on her face. Every detail was in line with the low-key and gentleness that a "rich wife" should have. But at this moment, she lowered her eyelashes and stared at the agreement. Her fingertips were cold and embedded in her palms, leaving a few crescent-shaped white marks, which were slowly filled with blood and turned into light red...
