The single word "beauty" can no longer describe her.
Even the gloomy night could not hide the radiance emanating from her.
She and the night were two extremes.
"Auntie, I guarantee you're absolutely the prettiest in the village tonight!" Qi Feng proudly said, "But I deserve some of the credit, right? If it weren't for my good taste, would you have been able to choose such a beautiful dress?"
Mu Qingli responded flatly, "Why don't you say it's because I'm naturally good-looking?"
Qi Feng retorted, "What good is looking nice? Haven't you heard that 'clothes make the man' and 'Buddhas are decked with gold'? Without this gorgeous cocktail dress, how could it bring out your beautiful, elegant, and extraordinary temperament?"
"Alright, no more joking," Mu Qingli said as she gently slapped Qi Feng's head, "let's go inside."
"Let's," Qi Feng curved his arm, and Mu Qingli naturally linked hers through it.