Walking slowly under the lights, she truly resembled calm brows like clear autumn water, her skin like jade kissed by the gentle breeze.
No matter how expensive and high-end the dress Zhu Xiangxiang wore was, no matter how delicately and vibrantly she applied her makeup, in the face of such stunning beauty that was like a gift from the heavens, she appeared dim and dull in comparison.
Many young men's gazes trailed the monochrome movement, their hearts and eyes unable to accommodate anything else.
The girl carried a warm and dignified aura, giving off a sense of holiness that one can only admire from afar but not disrespect. It was as if any thought of disrespecting her in one's heart was a desecration. Consequently, they naturally overlooked the exquisite beauty of her facial features.
The girl lowered her eyes and smiled, that smile seemed like the breaking of winter snow, heralding the arrival of spring blossoms.
