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.

bright eyes sparkled. Yvonne couldn't help but soften her heart when faced with those beautiful eyes. Anyone would have a hard time resisting her. "Alright, let's go have a look. Put

"Okay."

them. Two women behind Cheyenne were

actually an Oiran parade. I wonder if

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

the Oiran is here,

when I was

these words, she instinctively narrowed her eyes and absently rubbed her palm with her right hand that covered the back of her left hand. This was the

a distance of less than twenty meters, Cheyenne felt that the Oiran had taken almost twenty

explained the local customs and culture

Oiran are high-status courtesans, and Jostrana has preserved many traditional

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

at the front of the procession were around thirty years

poles with lanterns hanging on them, with the

dressed in red dresses. They appeared to be around eight or nine years old, with

hands, they held the oiran's personal belongings, such as the vanity box and business

the center, walking with

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cherry blossom patterned robe. Her face was covered in a layer of white foundation, as pale as wallpaper. The rouge on her cheekbones extended from the outer corner of

eyebrows were delicately painted, accentuating her butterfly-shaped lips, which were

fan

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