Zhao Xiaoyu stared closely at the lady boss’, Zhou Ling’s, exposed skin; it was still silky smooth, but she noticed that the skin sagged slightly. Light wrinkles even appeared between her brows. "You are aging," she sighed.
The lady boss casually removed the jade hairpin on her hair and aimed it towards Zhao Xiaoyu. Even though her skin had started sagging, it was still as clear as white jade. It was hard to tell whether she complemented the jade, or was it the jade that complemented her beauty.
The jade hairpin did not travel at a frightening speed, and there were no glaring lights either. However, it made Zhao Xiaoyu felt as though there was nowhere to hide in this big wide world.
Wind rose indoors, but the wind extinguished within seconds. Clouds appeared and dispersed. It was not that her spells malfunctioned, but it was because they were undone the moment they were produced.