In the hall.
Lu Ting, egged on by her friends, lifted her eyelids and sneakily glanced at the handsome man not far away.
In her heart, she couldn't help but wonder, could Pei Ya truly be interested in her?
Still muddling through her thoughts, Lu Ting suddenly noticed the volume of conversation around her dwindle, as many eyes turned to look behind her.
Lu Ting turned her head curiously and, in that instant, her teeth clamped down hard.
Qiao Yun, in a water blue chiffon dress, descended the stairs. With each step she took, the crowd's gaze followed.
One had to admit, Qiao Yun was simply perfect.
Like a sculpture carefully crafted by God, her facial features were harmonious and delicate, her beauty exquisite.
Her aloof brows and eyes made her aura even more striking. The crystal lights tinted her long, curled lashes a pale gold, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
She was stunning!
Her beauty was such that one could hardly bear to look away.
