Wooden puppets

Shua!

With a gust of cold wind, a young girl in a white dress appeared inside a chamber. She looked like a holy woman with a beauty that could topple empires if she appeared in the outside world.

"Sigh!" A white-haired woman radiating intense coldness was sitting in the meditation pose. Hearing this, she sighed and opened her eyes.

Her cold expression became gentle as her eyes landed on the girl in front of her. If the people who knew this white-haired woman saw this change, they would be astonished.

"You silly child, why do you keep thinking about that guy? He isn't worthy of you." The white-haired woman shook her head, dissatisfied.

"Master~~" The girl suddenly yelled as her face became red in anger hearing this and said, "I've told you countless times, I don't want you to talk bad about young master, or I won't talk to you again."

"Okay-okay, I won't talk bad about him." The silver-haired woman said in a dotting voice.