The moment Xie Shirong appeared, the thousands of people in the audience fell silent.
Everyone fell into silence.
The woman's hair was tied into a high bun as she slowly walked out from behind the stage. Two strands of hair drifted to her lips with the wind, her eyebrows were as clear as the moon in the clouds, and her skin was as white as the frost on the flowers. Her eyes were bright, and in the blink of an eye, it was as if the heavenly light was constantly shining on her head.
It was as if this figure was the only one left in the surrounding hundred miles.
Half of the audience had seen Xie Shirong's face before, but when they saw him again and changed his makeup, it was a whole new shock.
After a long while, Wang longqi sighed in the crowd, " "Sigh, if I become rich in the future, I'll definitely bring miss Xie home. Just buy her 180 sets of clothes every day and let her change into them for me to see."
