Whenever she saw Yin Weiyin, she felt a sense of self-abasement, and it wasn't just her—every Immortal in the world, regardless of beauty or virtue, found it hard to measure up to Yin Weiyin. It's no exaggeration to say that from ancient times to now, no woman could surpass Taihua Goddess Yin Weiyin.
Among the women she knew, Zhou Yitang, Yin Tingxue, Min Ning, and others were all outstanding individuals of their time, yet they were difficult adversaries, and Yin Weiyin surpassed them all. So, how could she as Taiyi even compare?
"Miss Yin..." Taiyi rasped.
"Are you... crying here by yourself?"
As soon as the words reached her ears, Taiyi almost couldn't hold back her tears again. On such a big wedding day, Yin Weiyin would care for her instead of letting her wallow in self-pity—how could there be such a perfect woman in the world?
Only such a woman could manage someone like Chen Yi, a commoner among commoners.
