Lin Zhiyi smoothed her dress and turned around, facing Song Wanqiu's shocked expression.
"Miss Song, how could you lift the curtain without my permission? What if I were still changing clothes?"
Song Wanqiu, looking at Lin Zhiyi wearing a white long dress, was so full of jealousy that she couldn't speak.
Even though the style was so simple, it made her look all the more dazzling and charming.
Even the boutique staff, accustomed to seeing all manner of beauties, couldn't help but show their astonishment.
She clutched the curtain, trying to maintain the smile on her face, but then she caught sight of the handprints on the mirror behind Lin Zhiyi.
Song Wanqiu couldn't manage to smile at all; she swept a resentful look over Lin Zhiyi and said sarcastically, "Zhiyi's bridesmaid dress is so long, one might mistake it for a simple wedding gown."
Lin Zhiyi chuckled; no matter what she wore, Song Wanqiu always had something to say.