Her long hair, which had been carelessly draped over her shoulders, was now intricately braided with delicate plaits, twisted into what seemed to be a casual, yet languidly elegant bun at the back of her head.
There were no adornments on the bun, and the strands of hair on her temples curved downward, already creating an incomparably beautiful sight.
She stepped forward slowly in her eight-centimeter silver high heels, showing not a trace of shyness or nervousness.
As she passed by Old Master Qiao, she paused, waved playfully at him, and mouthed the word "Grandpa."
The old man, visibly excited, nodded vigorously at her, his gaze unwavering as he watched her ascend the platform that held everyone's attention.
It wasn't until she had stood firm that Qiao Yiyuan snapped back to reality!
"Old man! Yuanya is… is! My… sister?!"
He gasped sharply and repeatedly jabbed Old Master Qiao's arm.