When it comes to competing for favor, even the best of sisters will instinctively compare themselves, wishing every strand of hair to look better than the other's.
Jiang Shouzhong didn't brush it off; instead, he carefully observed.
Yelü Miaomiao's feet were more slender, her arches rounded. Apart from the faint bluish veins visible beneath her skin, the texture was delicate and silky, void of any coarseness. Even a single pronounced crease was absent, tender and smooth like an infant's.
When her toes curled, they were sharp like jade shoots, resembling a pair of exquisite artworks.
Held in one's hand, they were as smooth and soft as jade.
Qu Hongling's feet were quite different. Compared to Yelü Miaomiao's, they appeared petite and adorable—whiter, equally refined, but not slender or elongated. Instead, they carried a unique charm of fullness and supple allure, exuding a delicate beauty.
