The luxury exhibition in Paris was held in a palatial royal hall, where the jewelry, fur crafts, and exquisite artifacts on display were all of the absolute highest quality...
So, it was only natural for Bonivia to appear at such an event.
But in fact, she was dead!
The moment Xia Yanxin saw the face clearly, she felt her blood run colder than ice, but she had killed her with her own hands—this was impossible, she couldn't be alive.
At the moment, Bonivia was dressed in a mermaid dress, made up with delicate cosmetics, her golden curls spilling over her back, and a confident smile blossoming across her young and beautiful face.
It suddenly felt to Xia Yanxin as though she had traveled back in time, back four years.
"Beauty, long time no see!"
A man in a golden suit, holding a wine glass, came over to greet her.
After a while, Xia Yanxin came back to her senses and took a closer look, realizing it was an acquaintance.
"Young Master Ye, you're here too?"
