Jiang Ruan looked down at the hand gripping her arm.
It sported a meticulously done bright red manicure, with diamonds that were dazzling.
She calmly withdrew her hand.
Only then did she lift her head and see the girl at that instant.
She vaguely remembered something.
Hu Qianqian, a neighbor from childhood, whom she had grown up with.
Her family had moved away two years prior, and they hadn't seen each other since.
So, her impression of her wasn't too strong.
Hu Qianqian also appeared slightly surprised, her eyes scanning up and down Jiang Ruan.
She was wearing the simplest black tracksuit, with no discernible brand, her petite face devoid of any make-up, still astonishingly beautiful, the wild allure inherent in her being the most conspicuous presence.
Ever since they were young, Jiang Ruan had been well-known in their neighborhood for her beauty.
They didn't get along well when they were kids.