"How does it look, pretty isn't it?"
The girl tore off the disguise mask from her face, twirled in front of the man with a smile as radiant as blooming flowers.
As the girl spun gracefully, the intricate embroidery on her skirt fluttered gently, as if imbued with life itself, dancing elegantly, just like petals blossoming leisurely in the air, a sight too beautiful to behold.
"So beautiful."
Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
A faint blush immediately spread across Yelü Miaomiao's cheeks, the shy pink hue like the first light of dawn, making her eyes even more bright and captivating.
Her lips curved up slightly in a hint of pride, she deliberately tilted her chin up, and with her delicate nose like carved jade, she let out a light snort and asked, "Is it the clothes that are beautiful, or the person?"
"The clothes are beautiful."
Jiang Shouzhong stated bluntly.
