Upon reaching the hotel entrance, Lin Yan took off her coat before getting out of the car.
Xi Murong watched Lin Yan in a daze.
Clad in a simple white evening dress, her long hair loosely tied up, her skin fair, and her eyes deep as the ocean, she was pure, fresh, and naturally beautiful.
Xi Murong thought to herself with a sneer, "Clothes make the man just as the saddle makes the horse. Lin Yan in an evening gown doesn't carry even a hint of rusticity."
The bustling banquet hall was ablaze with lights, glasses clinked, and the aroma of wine spilled from the collision of goblets, drifting among the boisterous crowd.
Xi Murong remained by Lin Yan's side, feeling numb and utterly bored with such events.
Having followed Lu Chenyuan from a young age, she had grown accustomed to these scenes. She had depended on Lu Chenyuan for so long that in the previous years, he would take her everywhere he went.
