The chill night breeze wafted in from the terrace, the gauzy curtains dancing, dreamlike and illusory.
Seizing the moment before Bai Xiao entered, Ye Huang took a pill from the bedside table, swallowed it, and fell asleep.
If he didn't feel the onset of the poison, he wouldn't have let her go.
Her taste was much better than cherries.
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After the Manfei International fashion contest, Ta's show had risen to fame internationally, with more orders than they could handle. Of course, Bai Xiao didn't bother with those trivial matters; her job was only to design.
However...
Looking at the numerous orders in her email inbox, Bai Xiao felt a headache coming on: so far, Karl had taken on seven personal orders from international celebrity brands for her, all for high-end custom gowns for the autumn and winter red carpet events.
They were expensive and profitable, but also demanding and difficult to please.