"I..." Bai Yun opened her mouth, unable to find words to respond, but she couldn't give up. She masked the malice in her eyes and pleaded bitterly, "I know, no matter what I say you won't believe me, but I truly realize my mistake. Please, for the sake of me being your only good friend in the Imperial Capital, forgive me this once. I will definitely treat you better in the future."
This Bai Yun, who could bend and stretch so adaptably, truly chilled Gu Qiaoqiao to the bone.
It wasn't that she was spineless; it was because Bai Yun was only eighteen years old this year.
And yet, she could read the room better than those in their thirties or forties.
Such a woman was a character to be reckoned with.
What was she like in her past life?
Gu Qiaoqiao frowned and thought hard, seeming to remember that ever since her accident, she had never heard any news of Bai Yun.
It seemed that even news of the Bai Family was scarce.