Gu Xiaoxi put on the dress Quan Shaoqing had custom-made for her and stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing herself.
In the mirror, the woman was no longer the girl dressed in camouflage with short hair, looking a bit cool and a tad ruffian-like. Instead, she was a gentle, dignified, and naturally aristocratic petite woman. Draped in an elegant sky-blue short dress, the design at the shoulders displayed her scapulas just right; that neck, as white as fine porcelain, had smooth lines and perfect curvature, constantly highlighting the temperament of its owner.
Quan Shaoqing watched from the side, his eyes emitting a fervent glow.
At a glance, the once childish girl had transformed into a poised and elegant lady of a wealthy family, especially with the elegant dress that so aptly accentuated her refined taste.
"So beautiful!" Quan Shaoqing couldn't help but praise her.
Gu Xiaoxi rolled her eyes, "You think the dress is beautiful, right?"