"Stop it."
Just as Xiaocui was about to continue with the fifth slap, Han Dingxiang's voice finally rang out.
Xiaocui, as if granted a great pardon, said, "Thank you, Miss."
"If you dare speak ill of Xiao Yu again, I will cut off your tongue."
"Yes, Miss."
Xiaocui dared not contradict; she had already forgotten that Xiao Yu had become taboo for the young miss since his death.
Now that Xiao Yu was alive again, others should be even more careful with their words.
Han Dingxiang snorted coldly, sparing Xiaocui.
She continued to choose her clothes, but her mind couldn't help but bring up the image of Xiao Yu using his life to protect her.
At that time, she was also his everything.
...
Time quickly moved to the afternoon.
Han Dingxiang had chosen her clothes, a white lace dress adorned with lilacs.
Not only had she changed her clothes, but she also applied a delicate makeup, elegant and ethereal, enhancing her already fairy-like demeanor.
