"You're here?" Lu Yebai said slowly, "The banquet is about to begin. You can rest first, I'll call for you later."
Yun Qiyan, holding Lu Yebai's arm, graciously greeted Meng Xi'er, "Xixi, you're finally here! I thought you weren't going to come today."
Meng Xi'er handed over her gift, offering a soft, "Happy Birthday."
Her face was almost without makeup, but when she smiled, she was so beautiful, so charming and lovely. Yun Qiyan always thought she was already quite good looking, but sometimes when she saw Meng Xi'er, she had to admit in her heart that some people were just born beautiful.
She took the gift with grace, thanking her, then nonchalantly asked Meng Xi'er, "Do you like this dress? It was picked out by Yebai. What do you think of his taste?"
Such a casual display of affectionate talk, by Yun Qiyan, didn't feel contrived. Meng Xi'er smiled faintly, "It's very attractive. Mr. Lu has always had excellent taste."
