Although this gown that belonged to Jiang Yue was different from the black diamond gown, it gave off a gentle aura of purity.
The gown was a light shade of purple, and the embroidery at the neckline and hip revealed a serene beauty.
When Jiang Yue saw this gown, her eyes lit up. Tears began falling uncontrollably.
Grandma was right. This gown was made for her. Be it in terms of design or embroidery, it was everything she loved.
Seeing that Jiang Yue was still standing there, Matriarch Gu said angrily, "Look at you. This gown isn't suitable for you. The threads are about to snap, yet you're still wearing it. What do you look like? Hurry up and take it off!"
When Qiao Nian heard Matriarch Gu's words, her gaze fell on Jiang Yue's waist. She could already see the threads unraveling there.
