Yang Shuhui had already reached fifty years old. Although in her youth she was one of the most beautiful women in Haicheng, beauty cannot withstand the passage of time, and ultimately everyone ages.
Today, Yang Shuhui, for some reason, looked radiant.
Her slightly curled, shoulder-length brown hair shone, and not a single wrinkle could be found on her face. Her skin seemed to glow with added brightness. Clothed in a sapphire blue cheongsam, she descended from the second floor with a noble and graceful air.
To say Yang Shuhui looked like a thirty-year-old woman would raise no doubts!
The wealthy matrons and ladies of high society present were all watching in astonishment.
Was this just a casual get-together as she had said? This was clearly a flaunt of her newfound beauty!
