Today, Su Man was dressed in simple jeans and a T-shirt, easygoing and casual.
She was tall and slender, and even in ordinary clothes, she exuded a vibrant and youthful radiance. However, it was no match for the dress she held in her hands.
The black gown that Lu Yuwen picked for her had a unique cut and exquisite details. It looked simple and elegant, but every part revealed the gentle feminine charm.
Wearing such clothes, even the most unrefined woman would hold her breath and slow her movements...
She looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath slowly.
She felt that the woman in the mirror seemed like a different person entirely.
The off-shoulder neckline perfectly showcased her swan-like neck, her delicate collarbone faintly visible beneath the thin fabric. The drapery fell like a slightly spread fan, outlining her slender waist, and the hem somehow glittered, with each step like waves of white surf in the dark night.
