Zhijie instantly regained his composure, concealing all his emotions in a moment.
But he still felt a bit guilty, fearing that Hai Lan had noticed something just now.
"No, nothing..." Zhijie smiled tenderly. He stepped forward, gazing deeply at Hai Lan, "I just think you're so beautiful."
Hai Lan burst into laughter, her bright eyes sparkling like stars, "You think this dress looks good too, right?"
"Yes, this dress is beautiful!"
Zhijie's tone carried a barely noticeable tinge of regret.
How wonderful it would have been if Hai Lan, before her disfigurement, had worn this dress. She would have looked like a goddess.
"I'm also planning to have a wedding dress made in a similar style. I really love this designer's dresses," Hai Lan said excitedly. At the mention of the wedding dress, Zhijie's eyes lit up.
He immediately thought that Hai Lan would probably look even more beautiful in a wedding dress.
