Chi Huan looked at him, quite dissatisfied with his expressionless reaction, yet that dissatisfaction gave birth to a sense of unease.
Could it be... not pretty?
"Is the wedding dress not pretty?"
Indeed, she absolutely wouldn't doubt that the one not pretty enough was herself.
"No," Mo Shiqian's pupils shifted slightly, offering some sort of reaction, his voice low and somewhat hoarse, "Very beautiful."
Chi Huan felt his attitude was somewhat perfunctory and pouted, "Really pretty? If it's not, just say so. I won't do anything to you."
The man put the magazine aside and then stood up from the couch, his deep voice still containing those simple two words, "Pretty."
He walked towards her, and the shop assistant next to them unconsciously stepped aside.
The man's hand landed on Chi Huan's shoulder, turning her ninety degrees to face the large floor mirror beside them.
Chi Huan looked at herself in the mirror.
