Qiao Yue looked in the mirror.
She saw her classically made-up self in the mirror. Light brown eyeshadow accentuated her beautiful eyes. With her lightly colored red lips, she looked like an androgynous heroine, with the chivalry of a boy and the femininity of a girl.
Hong Ning then stuffed the costume in Qiao Yue's hands.
Qiao Yue walked into the fitting room and changed into the costume.
When she walked out of the fitting room, everyone's eyes fell on her.
She stood at the door of the fitting room in her red costume. The black belt cinched her waist, making her look tall and handsome with a hint of girls' elegance.
"Gorgeous!"
"Is this Qiao Yue? I thought she is the reincarnation of an ancient heroine."
Xu Hao and Qiao Yu were both stunned.
Qiao Yue looked beautiful in women's clothing. It was not the delicate kind of beauty, but one that's full of vitality, like red plum blossoms blooming in winter.
