Cold Moon (1)

Li Mei's waist was slender, and her movements were graceful. Her eyes were sparkling, and wherever she looked, people were infatuated. She was like a butterfly, tickling people's hearts. They thought that the butterfly was about to stop in their hands, but all of a sudden, it flew away, making them want to catch it.

The women couldn't take their eyes off her, let alone the men. Men always liked good-looking things, and their eyes were almost glued to Li Mei. Madam Ye and Ye Maocai gradually revealed smug expressions. No family in the Daliang Dynasty had such a beautiful and talented daughter.

Lu Wan'er gritted her teeth in anger and jealousy.

Shen Miao watched coldly as Li Mei danced, her thoughts wandering back to her previous life.