But the zipper seemed to be against her, no matter how she pulled, it wouldn't budge.
"Xinman!" Yuan Li scolded her, her face darkening: "It's just a dress, look at yourself now, where's the grace of a lady?!"
If she could calm down and not lose her composure, today's embarrassment wouldn't have escalated to such a farce.
Yu Xinman seemed to ignore her words entirely, using all her strength to tear at the neckline and hem of the dress, pulling it off before throwing it into the trash can.
Ignoring the pain in her palms, she ran to the wardrobe and took out seven or eight dresses, preparing to try them all on until she was satisfied.
By the time she had put on a white dress, Yuan Li couldn't hold back anymore, tightly grasping her hand and forcefully pushing her down onto the sofa.
Yuan Li took a deep breath, held her, stroked her head, and softened her tone slightly: "Xinman, calm down."
