The woman wore an evening gown, not particularly grand or dazzling, yet on her it was breathtaking. Her slender high heels tapped gracefully, each step light yet steadfast.
She walked the red carpet.
On the high-class dark red rose-colored carpet, the scattered rose petals were crushed beneath her feet.
…
"Who is that?"
"A beautiful Chinese woman."
"Uh, I think she looks a bit familiar, like I've seen her somewhere before."
"I remember now, isn't she the Chinese girl who walked the finale at Paris Fashion Week?"
"That's her, I recall the media reports, they called her the timeless Eastern beauty."
"Having seen her in person, I agree with that statement."
"But, is that the point? Shouldn't the point be... why is she interrupting Duke Charlie and Madam Olya's wedding?"
The wedding guests murmured among themselves.
On stage, standing beside Madam Olya with the ring box, Yu Ruoxun's pupils suddenly contracted.
Do you know Murphy's Law?
