"Mrs. Fu, please raise your hand."
Su Qingnuan, like a puppet, obediently raised her hand.
The woman tied the ribbon on her shoulder and smiled faintly, "Alright."
Su Qingnuan lifted her gaze and looked at the woman in the mirror.
The makeup on her face made her look more lively; her lips were coated in a subtle pink, and her large, flickering eyes were filled with confusion.
The simplicity of the pale blue silk gown accentuated her curves beautifully.
As her footsteps shifted slightly, the hem of the dress swayed fluidly, stunningly graceful.
Could someone explain why things had turned out this way?
She had only come to watch a concert—why was she being forced to perform?
"Mrs. Fu, are you dissatisfied?" the woman asked cautiously.
Su Qingnuan froze slightly, noticing the worried look on the woman's face in the mirror. A sudden sense of helplessness washed over her.
"No, I'm very satisfied."
