Song Luli returned to work, feeling a rush of relief that nothing weighed over her heavily anymore. She recieved good news that the producers liked Lan Shufen's new script; thus, they were able to move on with production.
Song Luli went to tell her friend the news. So, she stepped into Lan Shufen's office, finding a woman clad in a dress, wearing light makeup; she had delicate features and medium-length wavy hair. Song Luli's eyes widened. "Lan?" she questioned.
Lan Shufen smiled, standing up. Her heels clicked on the ground, and she stood with confidence, unlike how she used to slouch when pretending to be a boy.
Lan Shufen twirled, the skirt of her dress spun. She held her hips. "What do you think, my dear friend?"
Song Luli's mouth gaped. "Lan, you're prettier than I thought!"
