She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 682: You can Drop Out

Based on Nora's appearance and talent, Malaya believed that Nora could definitely find an excellent marriage prospect. It wouldn't be worth it to give up her studies just because of Cheyenne.

"Mom, I've made up my mind. I absolutely refuse to admit Cheyenne as my teacher!" Nora declared with an arrogant tilt of her chin, her cold and resentful gaze locked onto the figure gradually moving away. 'Cheyenne, just you wait. I won't let you outshine me!'

Five days later, in Jostrana.

Just after a heavy snowfall, the trees on the streets were covered in a layer of silver snowflakes, creating a picturesque scene resembling an ice and snow kingdom, pure and clean.

Most of the houses on the main street were wooden structures. The roofs had a sloping curve, allowing rainwater to drain off easily during the summer. But for now, the houses were also covered in a layer of white snow, and faint white smoke drifted out of the chimney.

The world was quiet.

Suddenly, in the midst of this silence, came a burst of elegant and melodic music. The people on the street dropped what they were doing and gathered on the main street.

This scene surprised Cheyenne, who was new to the area. She turned her head and looked outside the café, where she saw a procession slowly making its way through the snowy landscape, with a grand display.

She bit into a fish ball and her cheeks puffed out into a round curve, contrasting with her delicate and beautiful face, adding a touch of cuteness.

"Eat slowly, it's nothing special, just a procession of the Oiran," Yvonne said, worried that she might choke on the food. She quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Cheyenne, cautioning her. "What is it?" Cheyenne asked, swallowing the fish ball whole.

interested when Yvonne mentioned, and her bright eyes sparkled. Yvonne couldn't help but soften her heart when faced with those beautiful eyes. Anyone

"Okay."

murmur of discussion around them. Two women behind Cheyenne were talking quietly, and their

it's actually an Oiran parade. I wonder if some big shot is

chairman of the Snowflake Group is coming, so the Oiran are going

Oiran is here,

when I was in junior high school. It's been so many years,

with her right hand that covered the back of

the slowly approaching procession, although it was only a distance of less than twenty meters, Cheyenne felt that the Oiran had taken almost twenty minutes to walk, slower

quietly explained the local

high-status courtesans, and Jostrana has preserved many traditional customs, with the Oiran procession

important figures come, do the Oiran go out to welcome them, and they will meet the distinguished

young men at the front of the procession were around thirty years old, dressed in black-based white-patterned

two men held two processional poles with lanterns hanging on them, with the

two male attendants were two girls dressed in red dresses. They appeared to be around eight or nine years old, with adorable features and

who served the oiran. In their hands, they held the oiran's personal belongings, such as the vanity box and business

center,

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in a striking red cherry blossom patterned robe. Her face was covered in a layer of white foundation, as pale as wallpaper. The rouge

butterfly-shaped lips, which were unusually small

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