In the rattan rocking chair in the center of the greenhouse, Aunt Qīng, dressed in a navy blue linen shirt, was leisurely trimming flower branches.
She was around fifty years old, but her tight skin and neat short hair made her look only in her thirties. Her simple, plain clothes were impeccably ironed, and an antique Agarwood Bracelet on her wrist chimed softly with her movements. Beneath her seemingly plain attire, an aura capable of suffocating those around her hung in the air.
"The little girl is here," Aunt Qīng said, raising her head. Though there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes, they could not hide the sharp edge honed in her gaze.
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