He bent down, and in front of everyone, carefully adjusted the gauzy hemline of the girl beside him, his voice low and gentle but with a hint of helplessness, "Wearing such a long dress, if you ruin it, you'll be home lamenting its loss."
The girl lowered her head, her slender neck like that of a swan dipping in a tranquil lake, white and soft, docile and coquettishly charming.
"I won't regret it, I'll only wear this gown once anyway."
As she spoke, arrogance mixed with charm was evident in her brows and eyes, but it didn't annoy anyone; rather, they felt she was born to be this way.
The man straightened, offered her his hand with an indulgent tone, "Come, princess."
The girl placed her hand in his palm, correcting him coyly, "Not princess, little ancestor."
The man conceded, "Fine, little ancestor."
Her laughter made the stars seem dull by comparison.
Some watched mesmerized, unable to shift their gaze, subconsciously uttering, "Is that Hannah Winter?"
