An Xin, dressed in a tight, backless white gown, sat down next to her with a glass of wine, smiling with alluring charm.
An Ruo couldn't tell if it was her imagination, but she thought she detected a hint of sourness in An Xin's tone.
An Ruo glanced at her, saying nothing in response.
An Xin's gaze fell upon the dress An Ruo wore that day, a flash of jealousy shining in her eyes.
An Ruo was dressed in a Blue and White Porcelain Phoenix Qipao, which was tailor-made for her, every detail thoughtfully designed to perfectly complement her gentle curves.
An Ruo herself was a woman steeped in an air of scholarly grace. Wearing the vintage Blue and White Porcelain Qipao, she added a unique beauty and charm to her presence.
It was as if she were an ancient beauty stepping out from a painting, untouched by the trivialities of the mortal world, making all other glamours pale in comparison.
An Xin was envious of An Ruo's beauty.