Inside the room, Lin Qian had already changed into that red gown, and was being fussed over by a group of people in the dressing room like a marionette.
After an indefinite time, the makeup artist spoke warmly, "Alright, Miss Lin, take a look. Is there anything you aren't satisfied with?"
Finally finished?
Lin Qian took a deep breath of relief, her clear eyes turning to the mirror, and she couldn't help but blink.
In the mirror, clad in red, her long hair elegantly pinned up, her makeup was flawless.
Coupled with sparkling jewelry, her purity was mixed with allure, noble yet undeniably trendy and elegant.
Hmm, even she thought she looked beautiful now!
Her heart rate quickened slightly, suddenly eager to see if Yin Moran would be amazed at first sight of her.
Would he?
"Wow, so beautiful! Lin Qian, I don't even dare stand next to you. Compared to you, I immediately fade into nothing."