Just thinking about Tang Huai's upcoming violin performance onstage made her heart feel as if it were being pricked by a needle.
Her gaze was fixed on Tang Huai, and right by her side, as she took off her coat, the skirt tightly gathered at her waist tumbled down.
"Whoosh—"
"What a beautiful dress."
The classmates crowded around Tang Huai, examining her dress.
Tang Huai's dress wasn't as eye-catching as Gu Jiajia's.
But Tang Huai had just been wearing a winter school uniform, which gave off a strange feeling.
Now that she had taken off the uniform, a different kind of beauty emerged, and everyone couldn't help but stare.
Tang Ying's complexion turned even paler, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Tang Huai.
Tang Huai took off her school pants, and with no uniform on, a dress with a white top and a printed skirt, very pleasing to the eyes.
