Trailing down from the fishtail dress was a white train shaped like a fan, adorned with exquisite embroidery. With every step An Yiqing took, these threads shimmered with a translucent, dazzling glow under the lights of the banquet hall.
The dress designed by Ling Shuang was like a true piece of art, vividly showcasing An Yiqing's unique blend of gentle and domineering qualities—a perfect transition!
All the female guests couldn't take their eyes off An Yiqing standing there, their eyes filled with envy for the dress she wore.
As for the male guests, they were amazed by An Yiqing's beauty.
They had seen beautiful women before, but never had they encountered one dressed so simply yet so stunningly.
Beautiful, so beautiful!
An Yiqing's beauty was not that of a fragile flower, nor was it an overwhelming fierceness that left one breathless. In her, the men seemed to glimpse the purest, softest place in their hearts, a gentle serenity like the stillness of time.
