The only blemish on the otherwise cheat-code-level perfection of Li Qingman's life was a moment of adolescent vulnerability back when she was nineteen, when her heart had fluttered and unfortunately strayed down the wrong path.
To make matters worse, her brother, Li Qingci, had found out, and he never missed a chance to tease her about it.
Just like right now, when she was merely—like everyone else attending this gala—focusing her gaze on tonight's guest of honor, Li Qingci had sneaked up beside her with a cheap grin.
Chapter 67