An Yiqing stood quietly there, wearing a court-style gown. The dress was a stunning crimson red, paired with skin as white as pearls, dreamlike and breathtakingly beautiful. At this moment, her face was bare of makeup, her hair still loosely draped over her shoulders. Yet, the faint cold gleam in her crystal-clear eyes made one feel as if they had traveled to a grand era, facing a majestic emperor.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, An Yiqing walked step by step. Behind her, Gu Yelin, who had already changed into a silver-and-black suit, carefully watched the hem of her skirt, afraid that An Yiqing might trip.
Chen Fang and a few shop assistants followed behind the two of them, looking at everyone with puzzled expressions. The sound insulation in the clothing area was excellent, and they had no idea what had happened.
