Hộp Mù Sắc Đẹp

My twin sister was born frail, so our parents kept her close while I was raised by the Wellingtons. At eighteen, I came home craving a family. Instead, she painted me as jealous and greedy. Over one stupid hosting spot, my own parents sent me into a Red-Light District “Beauty Blind Box” hell. Five years later, they came begging for my forgiveness