"Long time no see, Junior Sister Dongdong," Tan Shuchang took the initiative to greet her.
As his words fell, he distinctly felt the slender figure before him stiffen, so he kept his gaze fixed on her.
Until she reached up and took the bamboo hat off her head.
The girl had delicate features, a face that was just the right size, which, although not melon-seeded, still appeared exquisite. A plain dress that was unremarkable, when worn by her, incredibly gave off the impression of flawless celestial robes.
People rely on clothes, but in fact, the clothes also depend on who wears them.
The same piece of clothing can produce different effects, depending on the person wearing it.
"How did you know it was me?" Dongdong asked with a wooden expression, her eyes unblinking as she stared at Tan Shuchang because she didn't understand, especially since she was sure her disguise was so good!
After all, her disguise wasn't just self-proclaimed.
