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 would have a hard time resisting her. "Alright, let's go have a look. Put on your

"Okay."

the crowd, and there was a faint murmur of discussion around them. Two women behind Cheyenne were talking quietly, and their voices carried to her ears with the biting cold

parade. I wonder if some big shot is

Snowflake Group is coming, so

Oiran is here, she's so

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

and absently rubbed her palm with her right hand that covered the back of her left hand. This was the

stayed fixed on 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,

explained the local customs and

now is called the Oiran procession. Oiran are high-status courtesans, and

welcome them, and they will meet the distinguished guests at the

front of the procession were around

held two processional poles with lanterns hanging on them, with the Oiran's name written

dressed in red dresses. They appeared to be around eight or nine

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

the center,

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white foundation, as pale as wallpaper. The rouge on her cheekbones extended from the outer corner of

lips, which were unusually small

fan