This is a fiery red long dress, with three-quarter sleeves, waist-hugging, reaching Mo Ying's ankles. When Mo Ying was quickly dressed in this dress by Du Xixi and stood in front of the full-length mirror, her eyes became slightly unfocused.
How many years had it been? How many years since she last wore a dress? It seemed after Bai Zhan's engagement party, there were no longer any dresses of youthful delight in her wardrobe...
"Xixi, he said I look beautiful in red, so I wore red every day. Even on the battlefield, where the red would make me a target for the Insect Clan's attack, I didn't care." Mo Ying's tone was slightly cold, but her eyes slowly turned red. She blinked away the tears that had welled up, trying hard to appear indifferent.
"But actually, my favorite is white. Before liking him, I wore white every day." The last three words were very difficult for Mo Ying to utter. Through the fiery red dress she was now wearing, she vaguely returned to decades ago.
