In less than two minutes, Bai Qian came down from upstairs, indeed holding a white cashmere shawl in her hand. From a distance, the shawl seemed to glow, a faint white halo surrounding it.
As Bai Qian helped Luo Qiluo put on the shawl, she started laughing, "I've tried on this shawl, but I've gained some weight recently, and it doesn't look good on me."
Once Luo Qiluo had the shawl on, Bai Qian looked her up and down and sincerely said, "You're tall and slim, this shawl really suits you."
Every woman likes to be complimented, especially when the one praising you is the rival in your heart.
Her words pleased Luo Qiluo greatly, and she too smiled, "Is there a mirror? I want to see how it looks."
The two middle-aged women walked side by side toward the full-length mirror, while the remaining four people all looked on in astonishment, almost doubting whether the sun had risen from the west, as a scene they never dared to dream of was actually unfolding.
