Gu Che silently sighed, truly a good foundation ensures beauty no matter the garb. Qinghe, this girl, always managed to surprise people. The girl, who was once simply lively and sprightly like an elf, now donned a white celestial dress, truly resembling a cold fairy from Guanghan Palace. She was as bright as the stars, as ethereal as a lotus flower, seemingly an immaterial fairy descended upon the mortal plane, not partaking in the earthly smoke and fire.
He had once seen Nasha, and Nasha was precisely the kind of girl who was transcendent and aloof from worldly concerns. Yet, the occasional shrewd and vibrant flash in Qinghe's eyes seemed to surpass Nasha's clear pupils, truly each had their own merits.
Qinghe looked at herself in the mirror, not bad at all, and had someone remove the price tag directly since she was going to the banquet right afterwards.
