Yun Ya changed into casual attire, an apricot-colored wide-sleeved short jacket with golden vintage fasteners and understated elegance. The cuffs and collar were circled with pristine white fox fur, further highlighting her delicate fair face. The slightly darker retro long skirt in the same color had graceful orchid branches embroidered on the hem, swaying elegantly with her steps, making it look as if the orchids had come to life, beautifully astounding.
Like an immortal stepping out of a painting, her brows and eyes were as if painted, gentle and ethereal.
The makeup artist stared without blinking. Having worked in the makeup industry for so many years, serving all the female stars and socialites, yet none made her feel so visually stunning.
Zhuang Xiyue smiled, holding her hand, nodding repeatedly, "Beautiful."
Yan Song waited at the door. When it opened, he instinctively turned, and saw the girl approaching slowly, as if the sunlight suddenly brightened.
