Zhou Huijie looked as young as she did four years ago.
Her red cheongsam, exquisite makeup, and polished nails exuded elegant grace.
She still had the air of a rich wife.
However, she was pale with shock when Ji Weixi glanced sideways at her.
"Ji… Ji Weixi?!"
She looked as if she had seen a ghost.
"Yo. So, you do recognize me." Ji Weixi smiled coldly.
Zhou Huijie could not help scanning her from head to toe—she was actually more beautiful than she was four years ago, even if her face was etched full of misanthropy.
Her strapless gown accentuated her slim but exquisite frame as if she was god's most perfect piece of art.
Moreover, her skin was snow-white and smooth, with her cinnabar lips tightly pursed over her wintry visage. Her eyes, lined exquisitely shone with an icy elegance.
She was a breathtaking beauty.
