The smell of the party's perfume made me almost spit out.
Li Mobai put his hand on my waist, and the warm touch penetrated through the fabric of the dress. The force was just right, making me feel intimate without making me feel controlled. He turned his head, his lips pressed against the shell of my ear, and his voice was so gentle that it could drip water: "Yuanyuan, don't be nervous, they are all members of the same family."
I nodded, and the scar on my face looked like a crawling centipede under the light. I could feel the gazes falling on me. Some were dodging, some were curious, and most of them showed an undisguised disgust - why did the eldest lady of the Shen family become such a ghost?
"Mrs. Shen is here." Someone was whispering.
I saw my mother coming down the spiral staircase, wearing a navy blue cheongsam, and the pearl necklace around her neck shone coldly under the light. She saw me, her eyes paused for a moment, and then she looked away as if nothing had happened, as if I was an insignificant stranger.
