Ye Sijue… What was *he* doing here? If Ye Sijue was here, how could she possibly keep up the pretense that they were close friends? But in the next instant, something shattered Situ Qingshan’s composure completely: a slender figure stepped out from behind him. The young woman wore exquisite makeup, her exposed skin as pale and flawless as porcelain. Her mere presence was a spectacle, turning every