Her features were beautiful and delicate, complemented perfectly by the red, making her look all the more striking and brilliant!
Huo Tianhao squinted as he watched her. When no one was looking, he leaned in and said, "Sweetheart, you look gorgeous in this outfit. Why don't you wear this when we go register our marriage?"
Xia Zhaoyun, however, wasn't nearly as brazen as him. She simply turned her head, pretending she hadn't heard.
Huo Tianhao chuckled softly, as if amused by how this little pretense of hers was nothing more than a paper tiger.
He Qingran, on the other hand, wore a rare, vintage-style shirt in a vibrant ginger-yellow, paired with a black skirt. Her hair was done in a French braid, with playful curls framing her temples—an effect Xia Zhaoyun had created with a heated spoon handle. Complemented by her subtle makeup, she exuded a youthful energy that was eye-catching in its own right.
