The words dropped quickly, and her gaze fell on a white skirt with lotus patterns embroidered with silver threads. As she walked, the skirt flowed and rippled, indescribably beautiful.
Deep feelings of inferiority suddenly emerged from her heart. In the face of such extreme beauty and gentleness, all words seemed pale.
"Thank you." The pleasant sound fell on her ears, like a clear spring hitting rocks, crisp and tinkling.
Ming Jing glanced at the camera, and the cameraman who was carrying it felt his legs go weak.
"So, it starts now?" Ming Jing asked casually.
"Recording began when you stepped in here. From now on, your every move will be recorded by the camera. Later, there will be selective editing and then the footage can be broadcasted on television," Lu Xinyu explained.
Ming Jing nodded.
Lu Xinyu glanced at her and quickly lowered her head: "Let's go to the log cabin together, your seniors are waiting for you there."
Ming Jing followed Lu Xinyu into the village.
