Her thoughts were suddenly captivated by the cheongsam brought by the stylist.
Entirely handmade with embroidery, each stitch intricately outlining the jacquard at the hem of the cheongsam, its plain color elegant.
Transparent pearls at the chest shimmered under the light, and the silver palmette pendants were subtly elegant.
After Jiang Mian put it on, the design revealed her slim, snow-white calves through the slit on one side.
Covering herself with a white fringed shawl, Jiang Mian gazed at her reflection in the mirror—her eyes moving softly, yet saturated with a refined beauty.
On her way to the Fu Family's old house, Fu Sichen barely spoke.
Jiang Mian sent a message to Lin Chen, her head lowered.
Jiang Xiaomian: "Brother, who else is there in Fu Sichen's family?"
Besides Grandpa Fu, Jiang Mian seemed to know very little about his family members.
Today, dressed in a cheongsam, she clearly looked the part of a refined lady.
