Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Violet passed restlessly, tossing and turning, feeling restless all night.

In the morning, she got up listlessly, like a sleepwalker, and made some milk and toast.

While browsing through her phone, the hot search was still about the wedding of Anthony and Lisa, which made her mood even worse.

Suddenly, her yawn froze on her face, and her eyes widened.

Under the hot search for Crawford’s wedding, there was another hot search, “A woman wanted to pursue Mr. Anthony at the wedding scene and was pinned down for an hour.”

The woman in the picture looked disheveled and seemingly mentally ill. Wasn’t that her?!

Violet looked at her disheveled self, trembling with anger.

Who took this photo?

This was a violation of her privacy.

After reading the comments, all of them were asking, “Who is this girl? Which one is she? Can someone please expose her?”

Suddenly, Violet felt relieved.

Luckily, her makeup was so messy that no one could recognize her.

Violet clicked on the photo and zoomed in, but the quality became even blurrier. A passerby must have taken it.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Because the photo was so blurry, no one could recognize her.

Thank goodness.

Violet was relieved that her makeup was ruined and no one could recognize her.

But in the next second, she just refreshed the page.

headline

Painter, Violet, Causes Chaos at the

magnified

photo was so blurry a moment ago that she could not recognize

took such a high-definition photo

only were there high-definition photos,

footage, that crazy woman was struggling like a

left, she still ran after them, stomping and

reluctantly picked

felt embarrassed when she saw netizens’ derogatory comments in

couldn’t find her online. Someone said

famous? Sorry, I’m a foreign netizen. I’ve never

replied, “I took a look. This woman’s tags are unexpected, including being a gentle, intellectual, independent modern woman, a once-in-a-century genius painter, and a talented woman. Do independent women like this still want to be

do with her, not

replied, “Trash,

trembled so much that she could not hold her phone anymore when she

not eaten breakfast and

foul? Do you know the truth? They just

mistaken me for that woman. I solemnly declare here. Yesterday, I was hosting an art

that the person the security officers were pinning

overlooked the investigative abilities of

this, who

picture showed Violet at the art exhibition, wearing the same clothes, carrying the same bag, with the same hairstyle and even the same earrings as the

her way out of it if it were a

live scene revealed the presence of numerous crow’s feet on

commented, “Tsk tsk, She is

people like this the most. Their mouths are

was now getting increasingly slanderous remarks, but she remained silent.

she relentlessly pursued