But now, she seemed like a spirit of the dark night, breathtakingly beautiful, exuding an aura that left people spellbound.
Ling Chuxia felt Shi Che's gaze on her the moment she walked out. She lowered her eyes, her breath slightly hitched, unsure how Shi Che would perceive her. After all, he had never liked whatever she wore before, and now that he had chosen this dress, would it be more to his liking?
However, Shi Che continued to stare without a word, and Ling Chuxia's initially tense heart sank a little. It seemed that his dissatisfaction lay with her as a person, not with what clothes she wore.
To say she wasn't disappointed would be a lie. Ling Chuxia clenched her hands, slowly lifted her gaze, but didn't expect to meet Shi Che's dark eyes head-on.
In those eyes, there was no usual sarcasm or disdain but rather a slight dazedness, as if he was stunned by her appearance.
